Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160205120927/@comment-24696651-20160223231239

8th of Sun's Height

Cynric steeled himself for what he was about to do - it was a huge risk. He gathered all the pillows, bedding, and whatnot into a single pile. He then blasted two jets of Flames from his hands, creating a small bonfire, which would no doubt be detected in a few minutes. He then slipped back, closer to the kitchen, and hid in a nearby room. He hoped that when the alarm was raised by the bonfire, the mercenaries would spread out so as to avoid being burnt alive, leaving the way to the kitchen relatively open. After all, thus far there was no reason to assume there was a water source in the fort to put out the fire. Of course, the fire was as much a risk to him as it was to the bandits, and there was no guarantee they would all clear out.