Campsite
  Thirst
  An Interactive Fiction
  Release 1 / Serial number 150512 / Inform 7 build 6M22 (I6/v6.33 lib 6/12N) SD
  
  Campsite
  It is solid night now, and the stars have come out. Unfamiliar stars. On the other side of the valley -- a valley round-bottomed but shallow, like a soup bowl -- burn other campfires, most likely bandits. Their voices do not carry, but the smoke rises and obscures the starlight over that way.
  
  Your sleepsack is laid out in a pocket of sandy soil and coarse grass.
  
  You can also see some kindling here.
  
> >   By The Campfire
  (Testing.)
  
  >[1] i
  You are carrying:
    a waterskin (full)
    a tinderbox
      a flint
      a steel
      some tinder
      a patch of carbonized cloth
  
  >[2] drink water
  You drink a long draught.
  
  >[3] i
  You are carrying:
    a waterskin (partly drained)
    a tinderbox
      a flint
      a steel
      some tinder
      a patch of carbonized cloth
  
  >[4] drink water
  You drink a long draught.
  
  >[5] i
  You are carrying:
    a waterskin (empty)
    a tinderbox
      a flint
      a steel
      some tinder
      a patch of carbonized cloth
  
  >[6] wear steel
  (first taking the steel)
  You put on the steel.
  
  >[7] get flint
  Taken.
  
  >[8] get cloth
  Taken.
  
  >[9] drop cloth
  Dropped.
  
  >[10] get tinder
  Taken.
  
  >[11] hit flint
  You strike the flint against the steel and throw sparks onto the patch of cloth; they make tiny circles of orange there, which will only prosper if blown into flame.
  
  Now the patch of cloth is fading.
  
  >[12] blow on cloth
  You blow on the faint sparks on the cloth and turn them into the beginnings of flame.
  
  >[13] burn tinder
  You light the tinder with the patch of cloth, and have the elements of a fire.
  
  >[14] burn kindling
  You succeed in lighting yourself a proper campfire.
  
  >[15] look
  By The Campfire
  It is solid night now, and the stars have come out. Unfamiliar stars. On the other side of the valley -- a valley round-bottomed but shallow, like a soup bowl -- burn other campfires, most likely bandits. Their voices do not carry, but the smoke rises and obscures the starlight over that way.
  
  Your sleepsack is laid out in a pocket of sandy soil and coarse grass.
  
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