[WarBringer]

It did not take long for Valthalion to realize that he was fighting a losing battle. The Inn would fall, despite the heroism and actions of the folk battling the fire. The bucket brigade had worked well for a time, but it just wasn't moving fast enough to combat the consuming fire. "All now seems lost, comrades, but we must fight on, at least to minimize the damage!" This shout wasmet by a roar of approval, and the pace of the buckets quickened. We may yet have a chance... , thought Val, and the young man continued to lend his strength to the cause.

Briefly, his eyes strayed from the blaze on the surrounding area. Somehow, a second fire had started in a few bushes nearby to the Inn. "Something isn't right," thought Valthalion. Leaving the brigade, he slowly walked in the direction of the fire. Already, a bucket line had started near the bushes. Val peered through the smoke toward the fire. For a split second, a shadow was visible to him, a small man looking from behind a tree. Just as quickly, it disappeared. "I must find out whether this happened by chance or by design", said he. Grabbing his gear, he snuck toward the fire.