The goron watched in amazement as Rodin set up the fire. After a few small streams of smoke a small flame finally took hold of the wood. "Yaaayy!" The goron clapped his hands anxious to warm himself.
"Gyyaahh!" Zelda gasped as the top jaw released her flesh.
The carpenters peeked in, and uppon seeing a steady flow of blood from the wound, all four fainted.
The mill owner in the corner of the room meanwhile looked very pale and stayed very silent.