Darryl ignored their laughter.

He shrugged while picking up an empty ceramic jar from the floor. There were many bottles and jars left behind in the cave. It was uncertain who left them there.

He rinsed the can, looked around, and said, “Justin, William, and Kent. Take off your shirts.”

“Why should I do that? Are you crazy?” Kent shouted.

“I need fire to produce the elixir and all the twigs are wet from rain, so I’ll need your shirts for fire,” replied Darryl calmly.

Justin yelled, “Why did