When Bovil returned, the temporary centaur sat got up, slowly, and looked at the game. "Hm. That's of good size." He cracked his neck before going over to gather firewood that was scattered around the edges of the small clearing. "Fine. It's the least I could do." Once the sticks were in place, he opened his palm, summoned a fireball and tossed it making a campfire. "There you go. Happy?"