Ianic nodded and ran to the back. He grabbed the axe and headed into the woods. He went towards a river. It rumbled in his mind as he traced it. He glanced at some driftwood. He didn't want to kill any trees as he loved the forest. He grabbed them. He inspected them carefully. It was good wood, but... the fire might not be a nice one. He took a handful of sand and mixed it into a small pool. He tasted it. Salty. He drifted the water into the wood's skin and deeper through all of its rings. That should make a good fire. He grinned and added chop marks at the ends of the driftwood. Then he sauntered down the riverside to find more of it.