Luckily, Hargeon was near the ocean, so staying clean was not an issue. Their silvery hair shimmed in the sunlight. However, staying fed was an entirely different issue.
"Come on, come on," the sorcerer mutters. In one hand, a thermos of tea, and in the other, a lighter. They were trying to light a small pile of sticks to start a fire. However, the lighter, stolen from someone a few days back, was doing a less than exemplary job. "I just want some warm tea," they groan.
Setting down the thermos (also stolen), Andrzej uses both hands to try and work the small silver rectangle. It had a dragon etched into the side, with the words 'to my love'. Not like Andrzej cared how important it was to whoever the real owner was. Suddenly, it works! A small fire appears, but as soon as they hold it to the kindling, it disappears once more.
"FUCK THIS!" they shout, throwing the lighter at the pile of sticks and standing up. If only they were a fire mage, they'd never have to drink cold tea again. Slowly, Andrzej notices a heat by their feet. They look down. It was on fire! The kindling was on fire! And so was all of the lighter fluid that had leaked out of the lighter when it hit the ground so forecefully. Within seconds, the fire turns into a large, bright blaze.
For a few moments, Andrzej is transfixed. Their mouth turns into a small 'o' and their eyes grow wide. Then reality sets it. They were going to be in so much more trouble than just having cold tea if anyone saw this mess.
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