<Storyteller> Both Chantries are rocked in the early evening hour by the sound a huge booming sound, a violent shaking, and a grass fire as whatever struck outside between the two houses sets the local foliage ablaze.
<Cecilia> quickly makes her way outside, looking around.
■► Cassian ◄■ was reading up on ‘angels’ and what not and the books he had stacked from his medical research as well all went over. He frowned. That was no way to treat books. Of course it was also no way to treat the chantry. He got up and made his way to the front room and peered outside, then off to the side of the house. He’d mumble something about needing
to learn some thaumaturgy other thing and go outside to see how the fire was doing. There was hopes that since it was a swampy area, the fire wouldn’t gain that much momentum.