Roktos stood, proud of his work. He had built a completely safe fire, that he himself had ignited.
It had taken the best part of the morning, but 'twas finally complete. With a spit roast on it too.
He had started simply collecting fire wood, and piling it neatly, circling the pile with 3 rings of stones. Most of the fire wood was moved into place without Roktos picking it up, and had been him and a big metal stick that he had poked and prodded the other wooden sticks into place with. The rocks were all dried from where he plucked them out of a nearby stream, having to alternate hands to avoid damage to himself.
Then after the wood and stones were in place, he used several pieces of metal to make a rotating spit roast to go over the fire, using the heat from his hands to mould and shape the metal pieces to the correct shape.
Finally, after that was done, he had collected some fire water, the liquid he had found was highly flammable, and probably the only liquid he could swim in that wasn't molten rock. Then he poured that on, and touched it, watching the fire ripple to life.
The only thing that could ruin this would be if someone doused the whole thing. Then something may end up melting. Namely the person who doused the fire.
