They all raised their heads to listen, and out of the forest into the bright firelight stepped two strangely clad human figures clinging to one another.
Bordeaux was stretched on the sand outside the firelight, leaning on one elbow while he ate.
She readied supper, careful to spend as little time in the ring of firelight as possible.
The firelight flickered weakly; creating shadows on his face that made his expression hard to discern.
The force of the strike knocked everyone off their feet and deadened the firelight, except for the torches in the corners.