Before Meren could respond to what the girl had said, a large explosive bolt of magic exploded overhead the tavern. A large chunk of the room fell down, crushing a few patrons of the bar. Meren himself had been knocked to the ground, and when he awoke seconds later, the room was engulfed in flames, supposed caused by the advanced spell that was cast. The building was now in ruins, corpses and injured people lay on the floor. Before he knew, he too was partially engulfed in flames. His robe had caught fire in the commotion, and he now struggled to remove it. He rolled around the floor, attempting to undo the clip that held his robe shut.<br/><br/>When he had finally gotten it off, the skin around his legs was burned moderately [Second Degree Burns]. Underneath his robes he wore<a class="postlink" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v729/Trace_Stratus/elf.jpg">formal elvish clothing</a>. He brushed the remaining ash off of himself as he stood up.<br/><br/>"What in the bloody hell is going on?" he growled underneath his breath. He muttered something else underneath his breath and his hands began to glow blue. He aimed them at one of the larger fires that blocked the door and blasted it with cold air and snow, extinguishing it. While there was still debris in the way, he now increased his chances of escaping the inferno.<br/><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">Meanwhile...</div><br/>The city, from high above, looked like a candle. Fires raged in many of the buildings and bodies and debris now lined the streets. Outside the walls were large, ten men strong groups of high-mages. They fired a constant rain of fire spell over the city while infantry broke through the walls.