Frost hadn't even bothered with the door; she's about thirty feet ahead of him, and from the broken window leading to her room, it's safe to say that was her method of egress. The dwarven city is fairly busy, even at 'night', so they have to contend with the crowd fleeing the scene, as they race towards it. When they arrive, they find that the target was, apparently, the central bank of the city, the front of which now mostly consisted of a large, smoking crater. Dwarven soldiers form a solid line, surrounding the building, where a lone mage stand in front, behind a powerful-looking shield. "Don't come any closer, or the next explosion will be where you're standing," he yells, as some of the dwarves try to flank him. He has a wild look in his eye, the sign of a fanatic; he's probably not expecting to get out of here alive, and wants to cause as much damage as he can, before he goes.<br/><br/>Frost looks at him, and smirks. "Charge him?" she asks.