They cross the lawn quickly, and the trip through the trees to the clearing is made easier by the encroaching onset of winter. The campfire is at a low smoulder, but it doesn't take Magnus long to coax it up into a steady blaze. "Welcome to mi casa. Can I get you anything?" Magnus asks Sagramore. "I have, uhhhhh, Heidrun mead, pink lemonade, and root beer. And so many snacks."