About ten minutes and several turns later, they came across a figure standing next to a large oil drum that had a fire burning away fiercely on top of it. It cast a warm orange glow that cut through the darkness like the sun, illuminating the little man next to it who was warming his hands, even though they were wrapped in fingerless gloves. (I've never really understood the concept of fingerless gloves. Why would you take an item that is perfect in design and then remove the very aspect that makes it what it is? You wouldn't wear toeless socks or soleless shoes would you, and bottomless pants would just be ridiculous, unless you were in Amsterdam of course, but then the Dutch have always been a bit odd. No one should be that obsessed with the colour orange, and have you ever worn a pair o
