Decks of cards, huh... This'll be good to pass the time. It's not as good for throwing as metal ones, though. He'll take one of the 52-card decks, nevertheless.
	The bottle of an unknown, unlabelled liquid caught his eye. He wouldn't know that it's bug repellent, because he never had a need to use one.

	A dead person.
	He scratched the back of his neck. It bothered him. He checked the wound. Looks like a deep stab.

	He never did quite check if [i]Inorganic Heal[/i] worked on corpses. Looks like it really doesn't. No matter how much he wills it, the stab wound refuses to close. He could close it another way with [i]Telekinesis[/i] and then cauterize the wound with [i]Temperature Increase[/i], though, but best to not tamper with evidence.
	It's not because his spell has stagnated, right? He just used [i]Inorganic Heal[/i] this morning in front of Antigone. He grabbed the broken hunting bow beside him, and tried to cast it again but it also didn't work... Wait, this one's not broken. It was intentionally unstrung. He snapped the bow in half then cast it again. Oh, that worked.

	He walked back to the center of the room. So many items to sort out. Seems like they've prepared themselves to live here for weeks before the attack. So much food. This fortress seems quite a considerable distance away from the capital, so he wondered how they could coordinate the attack so well. Were they delivered the attack orders through mail? There are no papers to be found here, though. They must've thrown it away, or burned it...?

	Henri approached the toppled cookpot, and the pile of ashes mixed with tiny scraps of miraculously unburnt paper. This does look quite like a dead end, these pieces are blank... but he hadn't been taught by the great Smoldering Ember for nothing.

	He scooped up as much ash and paper as he could with his hands wearing Cedar's oversized gloves, and cast [i]Inorganic Heal[/i] on them.