traverse the magical subspace demension with torch in hand and full of pride until you find something.
Well... you guess you have nothing better to do. You pick the direction away from what's left of the "campfire" and set forth.
You've started paying attention to the ground now that there's nothing on it. It's hard to tell by the dim torchlight, but it looks to have some texture to it. Rock maybe? It feels smooth under your feet.
It's hard to tell how much time has passed, but after what you guess is maybe half an hour you start to see light in the distance. Is this the way out?
burn more stuff
It's just you, your "flamebeaux" as you've started calling it, and the distant light. There really isn't anything to set on fire. Unless you really want an early cremation, and you really don't.
