The altar

Xairo returned to the altar site, laden with an assortment of branches and logs. He had gathered a mix of dry, seasoned wood that would catch easily and burn hot, along with some greener branches that would smolder and keep the fire going longer. As he approached, he could see Zagan already there, arranging a pile of bark strips and other tinder near the fire pit.

Carefully, Xairo set down his load of firewood, sorting it into neat piles based on size and dryness. He selected a few of the smaller, driest twigs and arranged them in a loose tepee shape within the stone circle of the fire pit. Next, he added some of the bark tinder that Zagan had collected, tucking it carefully between the twigs. "This should catch easily," Xairo murmured, more to himself than to Zagan.

"Xairo Saxe"