"I'm just assuming you've never pitched a tent in your life so I am going to ignore that. Really, I just want you to get some kindling and light burners, such as twigs and small branches. I will handle the big stuff. You can tell it is kindling if when gripping it in both hands you can twist it apart. Very soft wood, the more of that you can find the better." Ashour pulled the two tents free of the saddle bag, they were an interesting design. Most tents, especially those for travel, were just a drape of leather, some sticks and a length of cord. It was fairly effective but small and cramped and if you moved a lot at night it would come crashing down. His tent was a bit more complex than that.
He quickly set out the thick wool matting that would go under the tent, it was mainly for comfort, made the tent more comfortable. It, like the tent itself, was magicked by an old mage that Ashour had once worked for, it was entirely water resistant. The tent went up without a hitch, it was a dome of brown leather that seemed to almost blend in with the surroundings. The inside, however, was huge. It had a dining area, a kitchen, nine different beds, a sitting area with a fireplace. They wouldn't be under the starts, they would be in luxury inside the woods. He next took a stake out of the saddle bag and drove it into the ground. tying the reins of Snow and Baroness to each other and to the stake, even if snow got free, he trusted that Baroness would keep her there. Like wise if a horse thief were to show up then Baroness would make enough noise and be stubborn enough to warn Ashour and give him ample time to react.
"How is the firewood coming?" Ashour asked as he went to loosen the straps on Baroness and rub her down.
