"Does anyone have any fire-oil?"
Finn blurted it out without even thinking—only to realize too late that the word probably didn't exist here…or meant something completely different from how it sounded. Both would've surprise him.
Once again the archers just stared at him, confused. Some even glanced at each other, silently asking if anyone knew what the hell he was talking about.
Facepalming out of sheer disappointment in himself, Finn dragged his hand down his face. "Idiot…" he muttered under his breath.
"Do you guys have fire?! Torches—stuff that burns! Things that ignite and make stuff bright!" He flung his arms out dramatically.
One archer tilted his head. "Do you mean… fire? Like applying fire to our arrows?"
"Ah—yes, exactly that!" Finn shouted, gesturing wildly at the man.
"Then why didn't you just say that?" another archer called out.
"You shut your mouth!" Finn snapped, shaking his fist. "Now—do any of you have any fire whatsoever?!"
