The evening passes slowly, as he sits, and waits, and watches. The sun slowly sinks down, and darkness consumes the city. Finally, the only light in the sky in the pale, quarter moon. Until the fire starts.<br/><br/>It's hard to tell which sounds hit first; the roar of flames, the screams of terror, or the laughter of the dragon on a rampage. He can see the dark outline of Xendi, illuminated by the flaming building, sweeping in his direction. After setting two more buildings on fire, she passes close enough to him to send a stiff breeze his way, one hot with the smell of char, as she sweeps in on the paladin's manor, bathing a section of it in flame, then hissing in rage, as an arrow sprouts from her wing; the paladin has already made it to the roof, and is loosing arrows at her.