Furnace went into the tavern and watched as goblins and kobolts smashed up the place.
The barkeep stood alone against a small horde of assailants. Shouting angrily as he waved his sharp knife around.
Furnace was glad to see everyone in a fighting spirit, he felt like he was starting to get it.
Suddenly the room lit up bright. Pale light pierced trough the open windows and doors and threw longs shadows on the rubble that wasthe interior of the tavern.

Furnace looked outside to see Alula hover in the air, flashes of divine power lashing out from her body.
He saw coils of lightning run over her skin and her piercing eyes negative to his own.
He intended to go and see up closer, but suddenly she released a massive blast of energy into the horde just outside.
Furnace had to dive as the blast singed the house and came bursting through the windows.
He stared at the devastation it wrought, carefully he looked outside to see even more.
She was looking at Carver again as he called his name. Furnace had given to it him with reason, he supposed he should come.
Making sure not to stand between the groups of targets he made his way over to the middle of the square where the other 3 where.

Though she had grown more voices Alulah seemed calmer than before. No, more confident.
Furnace gawked at the power she was emitting, he got closer and studied her.
He held his hand up before her, not touching, not in the way, just to draw her attention as carefully as possible.
As with holding molten steel. The state in which she has most potential is the most dangerous one.
He waited until he met her gaze.
"That looks awfully strenuous."