He watched Alfred take his horse before turning and looking for some wood. There were several nice sized branches near by, and lots of dry pine needles. Perfect. Lukas quickly made a pile of the wood in the middle. Instead of looking for some flint to light the fire, he mutters a few choice words and snaps his fingers, bringing forth a small flame on the wood. It slowly grew, consuming the branches and twigs, but there was a ring of rocks around it by then, preventing it from spreading
With the fire going, Lukas turned his attention to sleep, and where that would be taking place. He removed the larger rocks, and pushed all other bits of debris to the side, creating a clear space large enough for two grown men. Deciding that was good enough for the night, he turned and rummaged through his bag, pulling out a small thing of meat, ready to be cooked. It didn’t take long to set up a spit and get the meat going.
The swordsmen returned a short while later with the two horses refreshed, as well as fresh water for the both of them. Alfred noted the camp was set and smiled. At least the mage had some experience camping. He had traveled with some people who had never set foot out their door let alone camped before, and he had to lead them by the hand or do everything himself. He was glad that was not the case here. He had also noticed that the mage’s horse was properly taken care of. Whether or not it was by a handler or the mage himself, Alfred did not know. At least the horse was healthy and could handle a long trip.
Alfred withdrew two small hand carved cups that fit neatly into each other, filled them with water and handed one to Lukas. He withdrew his sword, sat down across from him. Alfred set his sword beside him where he could easily get to it, and watched the mage through the fire.
"So, how good of a mage are you? Other than lighting fires? Alfred knew from the size and strength of the fire already that the mage had cast a spell to light it. The swordsman did not really care for magic. It was dangerous in the wrong hands. Power has a habit of bringing out the worst in people, but he always tried to give people the benefit of doubt, before judging them.