“What are they doing?” Izor hissed rushing towards the window. The girls had made a fire and were sitting on some homemade log benches.
“I think that’s the only outdoor fire pit,” Azshure said looking over Izor’s shoulder.
“Want to get cozy with them?” Izor asked, it was too late to go out and explore, and it was too bright out to sleep. “I think we might have some dinner makings,” he added.
“Fine,” Azshure agreed unhappily. “But you have to cook,” he said. Izor, for all his weirdness, was a very good chef.