"Then lets go, i found a spectacular clearing a little ways into the woods."
Leads the little kitty into the pine forest, gathering logs and such as they go along, finaly coming to a large circular clearing, still within sight of he inn. Wred stacks the logs and pine bows in a rough pyeramid, then draws the half empty bottle from his bag. He takes a swig of the amber liquid then empties the rest of the bottle over the wood. He then strikes a match and tosses it onto the wood pile. The alchohl lights and the pine burns bright in the afternoon sky.
"Wanna sandwich?"