Nervously clutching her hand, Ji Nuan lit the somewhat makeshift stove. As the fire roared, the green clay slowly dried out, and mixed with the Sticky Grass, it emanated a deep blue hue.
"Smoke is coming out of Ji Nuan's house, did it catch on fire?"
The exclamations of surprise from the Orcs outside reached her, but Ji Nuan continued to meticulously add firewood to the fire.
"Ji Nuan cub, are you in there?" The voice of Grandma Shaman carried a touch of anxiety.
Chief Ge Xing led the Orcs rushing into the house, but found Ji Nuan squatting in front of a platform, stoking a fire like a tiny kitten.
He approached with some confusion and asked, "Ji Nuan cub, why did your house start making smoke? Did it catch on fire?"
After adding a few more pieces of firewood, Ji Nuan took Chief Ge Xing outside and explained, "It's not on fire, it has to do with the heating system for the winter season I was talking about."
"Have you already made it?" Chief Ge Xing's eyes sparkled excitedly.