Iorveth had quieted down after sharing his bit, not particularly worried about how the (mostly) humans would manage their crisis. He had his own plans to scout, and honestly isn’t expecting much from them in assistance with that.
However, they start discussing using the stock of salvageable wood, and Iorveth would rather not have resources they may desperately need to ration used up on a bonfire that might be utterly useless. Stop that, city dwellers. Calm your tits.
“The wood should be saved. We don’t know how long we’ll have to survive here, and we have enough in the way of clothes and blankets to survive the cold now.” Not comfortably, but wasting valuable resources on comfort is just suicide in a tundra like this.
“Set the bodies to a pyre. The smell won’t be favorable, but they’ll burn for a decent while.” As for their looks, he showed up here just as he was back home, so he doesn’t add to that conversation.
no subject
However, they start discussing using the stock of salvageable wood, and Iorveth would rather not have resources they may desperately need to ration used up on a bonfire that might be utterly useless. Stop that, city dwellers. Calm your tits.
“The wood should be saved. We don’t know how long we’ll have to survive here, and we have enough in the way of clothes and blankets to survive the cold now.” Not comfortably, but wasting valuable resources on comfort is just suicide in a tundra like this.
“Set the bodies to a pyre. The smell won’t be favorable, but they’ll burn for a decent while.” As for their looks, he showed up here just as he was back home, so he doesn’t add to that conversation.