"We have some."
Gentry Chapman fetched another basket, feeling a little embarrassed. 'How can I let guests do work?' But Adrian Hawthorne's intimidating presence made him afraid to refuse.
Patrick Thorne came out too. Seeing what was happening, he grabbed a basket as well. Listening to his aunt and uncle was boring; he'd much rather go for a walk.
The group set off in a grand procession. Wraven had even more mountains than Vessaria—they were everywhere, even in the city proper. Not far from Phoebe Thorne's house was a small mountain, and some people were growing vegetables on its slopes.
There wasn't much firewood on the mountain. The ground was pitifully bare; it had all been picked clean. So, Patrick Thorne simply climbed a tree and started snapping off dead branches. Before long, he had filled a basket. Gentry Chapman was incredibly envious. 'If only I knew how to climb trees,' he thought. 'I'd never have to worry about finding firewood again.'
