Baumsen collects the cleanest stones he can find, and neatly sets them down as closely together as possible. He then places the wrapped human fillets upon the selected stones. With that done, Baumsen begins preparations for a fire. A branch of mild thickness has a shallow hole whittled into it, and a thinner branch is likewise prepped for grinding around in the whittled hole. From the scarce bark and leaves of the branches and decaying logs, kindling is salvaged. Baumsen quickly loses track of time as the exhausting work of firestarting is performed. Eventually, the fruits of his labor begin to show- a thin stream of rapidly dissipating smoke rises from the firestarting equipment as an ember forms. Feeding this ember to the kindling, a larger fire is soon to be born. Baumsen hastily upgrades the smoldering clump of kindling to twigs, bark, and eventually smaller branches. As his fire now proves stable, Baumsen sticks his man-steaks, and plants the sticks over the fire to allow for a thoroughly roasted result.
While the meat cooks, Baumsen dislodges his trophy skull and places it in the fire. The ethereal powers of fate only need the bone, Baumsen recalls. He begins to knap simple mace flanges.
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