Quiet as a mouse, you makes your way down the hallway. Something seems off... but no matter how you try, you can't seem to put a finger on it. After all, the night is still... there are no guards, no shadows moving out of the corner of your eyes... and the carpet is soft and damp beneath your feet.<br/><br/><em>Damp...</em><br/><br/>It's only as the door swings open that she recognizes what it is that's off... the dampness of the carpet, and the smell of kerosene in the air. And as the door swings open, time seems to slow down as you realize that it wasn't the sound of a fire-place crackling... but of the rocking chair itself, set aflame and left to rock inches from the door. And when the door opens, and the tongues of flame find the fumes... well, it's like two lovers who have been kept apart are suddenly reunited, and even as you try to get back the "lovers' " embrace sends a wave of flame rolling over your dryad-forms feet, causing daggers of searing pain to run through your legs...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Failed reflex takes full damage, so Valen takes 5 points fire and 1 point dex damage. </div></div><br/>Thankfully, as a thick black smoke starts to fill the air, Sharille comes darting around the corner, whipping a curtain off the wall to try and beat back the flames.<br/><br/>"BASTARD!" she curses, reaching out to to you over the low, hot flames. "Is he trying to bring his whole manor down?!"