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They stopped in a small depression. While the girl was walking to the river, Yarsi quickly gathered firewood, prepared a place for a fire and took out supplies from the travel bag. Of course, the fire could not have been kindled, but after the dampness of that road, I really wanted to at least dry my moisture-absorbed pants, which got all the spray from under the horse's hooves - on myself. And over the fire it was possible to fry bread and warm meat.

The fellow traveler returned surprisingly quickly - cleanly washed, with smoothed hair, she saw the prepared branches and grabbed the staff.

Let me light a fire! I'm doing well.

The girl pointed her staff at the branches, whispered something softly. Yarsi prudently moved back, hoping very much that her skill was truly controllable and not like his own.

The staff sparkled, a thin twisting lightning bolt fell from it, then another and another. They all hit exactly on the folded branches. Smoke appeared, and then flames danced.

The werewolf