Iron Orphan put the mayor down on the grass as another burst of fire destroyed the Sivis office. Mayor Tippish was conscious and his wounds were bad, but they were not life-threatening.
“Children,” coughed the mayor. “Save the children.”
Iron Orphan looked back at the blaze. The inn was almost totaled, a great mass of fire and rubble. But Pienna was in there, and the protective spell that held back the worst of the fire was still operating on him. If he went in there, he might find her.
But children were dying. Even now a wall of burning fire erupted across the Vadalis enclave.
Iron Orphan nodded, and began running through the town, helping to fight the fire, and get the hurt to relative safety.
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