>Mikhael: Flip a coin. Heads for north, tails for south.
You try to use North and South as reference points, but you can't because there aren't magnetic poles on this planet, apparently. Whatever. You arbitrarily fly away from the house. You don't spot anything of interest for awhile, since all the islands look more or less alike after size and tree count. That is, until you find one covered in what appears to be an assortment of random detritus. Weird.
[6,10]+14=30
You take a look around you at the local tree remains and notice that all of the spigots left in them are all facing one direction. You head where they're pointing. After a few moments, you spot a column of smoke rising in the distance.
Mimi, Steve, and Alex: Spot columns of smoke rising everywhere.Seems that the saying "Where there's smoke, there's fire" is correct. If this area wasn't open air, you'd be cooked and smoked, like a rack of ribs. All three of you are sweating profusely, especially Steve. You try to make your way to the tent where the head honcho was staying, but there's a sea of flames in every direction.
Alex scores a BRUTAL AFFRONT on his stealth check as the three navigates a pathway further in. He silently points out a gap in the flames that could get you further into the camp. As you've moved farther in, you've noticed fewer and fewer enemies, and those you do see tend to be firefighting, or just panicking.