With all eyes here focused on him, Rowa brought up his right hand and opened his palm, manifesting a small yellow flame to hover above it gently, "This is a flame, for mortals, this provide them with warmth, a means to cook their meals, to light up the darkness and even for signalling purposes, but for them it can also be used for more, they could craft tools using this flame, use it to clear vast streches of land, apply it for defensive and offensive purposes, even for ritualistic purification... this tiny flames in the hands of mortals has so many uses,"
He glanced at the flame before looking back at his audience, "For us immortals, fire means much more, and I can mention a few, but I am sure that some of you will not be aware of what this flame can do. We can Soul Forge with flames, burning the impurities of our mortality to ash,"
