The interior of the wagon had dozens of candles within, most of which had probably been lit before the fire broke out. A harrow deck adorned the desk, starting to warp in the heat, and Erel could see a single figure within the flames, laying flat on the floor of the wagon. There was a cracking sound, and a pair of mercenaries quickly moved to try to shove a nearby wagon away, even as a bucket brigade began to be formed toward the wagon.<br/><br/>Zyrah, for her part, began whispering, presenting her holy symbol, and began to spray a stream of water on the figure, and the flames, at least slowing it down.<br/><br/>It was at that moment that the tent opened, and a woman appeared. She was an exotic, beautiful Varisian, almost unseen in Katapesh at most times, and she wore the flowing garments of the desert, though hers were of the finest silks. She quickly snapped. "Help douse the flames!"<br/><br/>The guards around the tent began to help, as did the unkempt man Erel had seen lurking about, as she looked at Garavel, her voice dry. "Garavel, I see you got here in the nick of time. Quite unlike your usual self."<br/><br/>"I do my best, Milady." Garavel replied, even as the water began to reduce the effect of the fire, and another older man came tottering up, calling out. "Get Eloais out quickly! She might be able to be saved!"