Early in the evening the Nomad's uppermost level burst with flames, and the screams of battle. Though the screams faded within moments the inferno raged on as guards and adventurers valliantly charged in to stem the flames and search for the survivors. The upper level is nothing but a burnt out husk and charred victims are routinely pulled out of the wreckage by a contingent of guards who prevent anyone without official verification from entering.

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A very dark-skinned young woman with flaming red hair and green eyes walks away from this incident with soaking wet clothes and hair; she looks fairly worn, fairly angry, and has the remains of soggy muffin crumbs smearing round her mouth, which is set in a thin angry line.

"Last time I'll do someone like that a favor," she mutters, her voice coming out in a wheeze. She grimaces and feels her throat with fingers a bit chapped and welted from lugging around buckets. "Damned smoke.. now I wont be able to sing proper for days!"

She sends a glare shooting behind her towards the main city of Cordor. Then promptly goes to the little pub in the outskirts and drinks herself stupid.

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~Siggy by TheGoddessofAmazing!~
"...If your aren't getting what you want, suck harder.." (Hookah Tip # 35)
~ Twackalope ~

Belalad can be scene heading to the Nomad collecting reports of the help and from Griff. Speaking with the guards that were at the scene first and reviewing any of their reports that already were started.

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Lieutenant Belalad Feiwallyan

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*After the fire a small little hin can be seen writing small notes about the event as well as asking only a few questions before he goes about his way doing his job. He seems quite polite and is often seen running here and there with scroll cases before heading off to the Keep.*

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A younger man in dark clothing stopped to lend his assistance in any way he could treating the injured. As he went through the portion of Condorian Guard near him, something seemed off.....

"Why are all these Guardsmen dead from stab-wounds?"

He mutters as he patches-up one of the surviving Guardsmen.

Krugan will be seen moving about, offering what help he can including healing kits, heal SCROLLS (not potions), Raise Dead scrolls etc. He will speak to Griff if he can and ask what caused the fire.

He will also go talk to the priest and several of the other common folk around the Nomad about any strange people or anything that happened in the few hours proceeding the first, especially Alise (checking her name, the lady at the cushions outside)

He will do this extremely quietly and will actually change into his grey clothes again so he doesn't even look like himself until he shows his face to the person he is talking to.

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Ya see, long time ago, me father taught me somethin that be right true.
An amateur practices until they get it right. A professional practices till they can't get it wrong.
Dwarves are professionals at what we do.