"Same to you," Zerath replies to Avalon with a wink, referring to the luck potion that Avalon had now. Finn giggled and let go of Zerath so that he could walk away. He went in the direction they had come from; hopefully Ragno would do him well.
--the firewood, and the rest of us will prepare camp," Arwyn says, digging through her bag. She pulls out a little box. It was also intricately designed. For a bartender, the seemed to have a lot of good material.
Arwyn whispered an incantation and the box unfolded itself until it was a rectangular tent, though it seemed to only have three walls, one of the sides seemed to be torn completely off.
Avalon was rather surprised at the sudden appearance of a tent, and a torn one at that. Avalon then opened his knapsack and looked for something of use. He fortunately did have a few stones of phosphorus for igniting a fire, but only one sleeping bag.