Lydia ignored that question at first.
She moved her hands in what seemed a swirling movement, as water began to rise from the well.
The water was a great amount, pleanty to calm the blaze.
The whirling water moved faster, until large drops of water began to shoot out, landing in the fire.
After a few minutes, the fire was out, and Lydia replaced the remaining bit of water into the well.
"Whew..." she said, wiping her forehead.
There was no sign of the creature on the pile of wood, but there was a slight sparkle.
Lydia walked towards it, recognizing what it was.
"Oh, a while, I guess. But tomorrow's my departure day." she said, a bit sadly.
She began to walk back over to Torynyal, holding an item.
"Here, sorry, the rest must be buried somewhere..." Lydia said, handing the handle and the bit of sword that remained on it to Torynyal.
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Morwen was scratched in the face by the vicious claws of Orgonoth.
She let out a screech in pain, but thrust her dagger back at the beast.
"Get off of me!" she yelled, slashin with one hand and reaching to the water with the other, while still tackled by the Warg.