Smoke?

Kespin looked up from his book and watched Jorrik hustle forward.
"One should not run to his potential doom." he called out. He then bit into a root that he had dug up and roasted over last nights campfire. "Don't ya think?"

The party turned to look at him, surprised he was talking. He had been reading that damn book what seemed to be all night. The only reason they knew he had slept was because of his obnoxious snoring that had woke Luna in the night.

"A lot of reasons there is smoke." Kespin said. "Could be a burnt settlement from Bandits. Perhaps a bakery kitchen has ignited and all the cakes and pies are burnt up in the firey flames.... Ohhhh I so love cakes!"

He walked over to the fire and addressed the group
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"I've seen smoke bellowing from Vulcan's Chasm. The molten earth will incinerate you and anything that approaches it!" He threw the rest of his root into the fire. "You'd need a cloak of freezing ice and sandals blessed with Neptunes tears to even get close."

"Or worse yet.......Has anyone here ever seen a dragons breath after it has awoke after it's thousand year slumber?"