She acquired the green pouch and examined it before she pulled out the object Malious had told her to take out. The legs unfolded, she carefully placed them by the whispering flames, making sure they were lined up opposite of each other.
Absynthe observed the assassin as he fastened everything together, attempting to take note of everything he did in her own mental journal so that she might use it if she ever needed to make a camp again. She nodded after he spoke, smirking at herself. "Some people have life too luxurious to know what its like to sleep in something like this. Some people aren't even lucky enough to have a roof or a fire." A sneer appeared on her face, obviously having someone in mind.
Sliding her wood carving dagger back into her boot, Absynthe took this pause to stretch again. "Is this what a finished camp looks like, or is there more to do?" She was slightly excited with the fact that she was merely helping make a camp.
