Hardened by the many horros she had witnessed as a Crusader, Allura had already put the terrible crime they encountered behind her. Crossing the shack, she held the burning log to the pile of dry wood Ahayla had made by the wall. Once the pile had caught fire, she dropped the log and turned away.
"Let us leave this vile place to burn."
Passing her sister, she exited the smoke filled shack. Coughing as her smoke filled lungs protested the hot and dry but clean air of outside, the bright light stung her eyes. she had become unaccustomed to the light and fresh air after their ordeal underground. Even with the fire raging behind them, inside had felt less hot than outside beneath the unrelenting sun.
"Let us refill our canteens and make our way back towards the city."