The next few minutes melted into a continuous, uninterrupted wave of ecstatic joy and excitement.  The amount of people trapped within their own homes was truly astounding!  How could it be that the peasantry could cower in a burning home and not have the sense to flee to the bay?  Old women clung to their cats and family renderings; an old man refused to leave his chair and was still fighting to get it out his house door; two children had been hiding under their bed crying for their parents.  All were 'free' now by his hands, the fire was Grehams co-conspirator, hiding his deeds.  He suppressed a chuckle as he remembered the look on the parents faces as they'd finally come bursting into their home to find their children's skeletons hanging on the wall.<br/><br/>Greham didn't know how long this fun would last- not for too much longer he imagined, but at least he was now thoroughly entertained, even buzzing at the carnage around him.<br/>His dark cloak was badly singed from where a burning beam had fallen upon him and he'd managed to wiggle his way out, burning his hands.  He was much more careful after that.<br/>He turned down a smoky alley between two narrow buildings that had yet to taste the lick of the dragons fire.  A woman stumbled around coughing; from here, Greham could see the telling bulge of her belly that contrasted to her healthy figure.  He licked his lips in anticipation.<br/><br/>"Help..." Quavered the woman as he approached.<br/><br/>"It's what I do."  He replied.  "Would you like a jelly-baby?"