[@RaeoftheLight]

The bottle was from the small island. Azerus reached over Moeasha and uncorked its lid. Warm air drifted out from the bottle, and it would do so all night. 
Inside the finely carved and decorated bottle was an 'ever burning lacrima'. A stone that was always red hot. 

When he was younger Azerus was subjected to a room in which they were hidden under a grating and constantly doused in water. It made the room extremely hot and humid, good to loosen up tight muscles. 
It is how the islanders were creating the mist that surrounded their island.

While one bottle/stone couldn't create a sauna on its own, it could boil water or create a soft source of warmth. Meanwhile, the bottles exterior never showed signs of or passed on the heat.


Falling back onto his blanket Azerus stared once again at the speckles of light in the nights sky. 
He entwined his fingers behind his head and let out an exhausting yawn as he relaxed. 
Handling such a rare artefact had Azerus reminiscing of all the luxuries he once despised and took for granted. Those thoughts raised a swell of mixed emotions that carried him well into his sleep and continued on deep in his dreams. 

Normally a light sleeper, he was so exhausted not even the morning sun would raise him from his slumber. He tossed and turned throughout the night but never rose from his much needed sleep.