Some minutes later, she found his camp. A large muggle tent was pitched up, facing a smart, man-made campfire. An old log had been dragged over to be provided as a place to sit, facing the fire. It was crackling and well-fed, a two-part connect pole sitting above it with a pot attached to it. The man, with his back still to her, sat at the log, stirring something in the pot. Beside the campfire sat a small pile of compiled sticks and branches. From just his back, he had dark raven hair and his skin was pale, judging from the skin she saw on his neck and his bare hands.