"Oh don't back down now. Not when it just was just starting to get interesting," Julius sighed and moved toward the antechamber fireplace. There was little of anything to burn, and as she'd said the soldiers had taken just about everything. Still, he had something and he took a book from his bag and set it into the fireplace. It was a blank one, but would provide some heat nevertheless.
Taking a match to it, he set it to flame and he stepped back once the fire took to it. "You look like you need a drink Helaina. You look like hell."