"No, no tent. I usually just camp under Bane's wing... Which I now realize may be a bit of a tight squeeze for two people," he mumbled, rubbing his neck and looking away awkwardly.
"Oh, wood! Yes right, I'll, um, I'll help," he offered, scrambling for something to do. Gods, what was wrong with him? He was a soldier damnit, not some fumbling teenager! "Bane, you mind rustling up some food, old boy?" he said, more for something to say than to really make the request.
His dragon rolled his eyes at his lack of subtly but nodded, launching into the air with a single powerful leap and banking away to hunt.
Leaving the two men alone.
Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
"Um...firewood?" Verik winced- well he was just all kinds of articulate today- gesturing toward the trees that surrounded them.