ALL YOU HAVE IS YOUR FIRE | open, cleaning

//smell that weak post

He'd given out this task himself! It made Starrynight happy to see that Bastille had been serious about accepting it. When the fireball called out, he looked up from the stone be'd been fiddling with in his paws. He wouldn't object to something productive to do. He wanted to make this place better, after all. Pushing himself to his feet, there was pep in his step as he trotted over to the fireball as he walked off to complete his task. Nothing a little hard work and effort wouldn't solve! Shuffling over to the far wall, he began to scrape together scattered papers that were on the ground. He couldn't really read that well- and this stuff looked like complete gibberish.

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