She was out of her seat and halfway to the door before he had finished his sentence. Her hands moving in a flurry of motion, she drew the two long swords hanging from her waist and wished to the Gods that she had a bow.<em>Her</em>bow. Growling low as she fled the tavern, she was greeted by the sight of people milling about in confusion.<br/><br/>Just then a tripe of city guards came rushing through the streets in near perfect formation, the lead bellowing for everyone to clear a path and make for the evacuation points or the underground entrances. She spared them no further glance as her eyes began scanning the skies. It wouldn't do well to be caught in the open, but being caught inside a burning building or a wooden perch was even worst.<br/><br/>Her mind ran over various scenarios and she spared a glance over to see her companion, calm as a still pond, gazing at the skies as well. "If his first pass is with breath, we should stick to the alleys and building edges. Buildings may burn but they do offer shelter against direct flames."<br/>Then she recalled the barrels of oil on each roof and swore to herself. This would not end well by any means. Unless the Fate's intervened, this city was going to burn....