[color=00aeef][h1][center]Grian Rothfell_[/center][/h1][/color]

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Grian looked at the woman standing beside her, and admired the fact that she didn't give no shit about his attitude. Good. Thats was #1 requirement for lasting even a day with him. With a smug smile on his face he turned his attention back at the building in front of them that was once burning. As if nothing had happened, the whole area seemed completely fine, lacking any distinctive marks that would indicate that there was a fire here before. 

Grian was boggled, as there was no magic he knew of that could do such affects. For a brief second he thought about something like magic that could turn time back, but he quickly ruled it out, knowing that such magic cannot exist. He scratched his head at the thought and stretched his arms out. He knew that anyone wielding such high level magic wouldn't be defeated by some athletics before the fight, but maybe he could win a few seconds for Emile. But from what he gathered the girl is way too stubborn to run. Not knowing what lays in front of them, Grian drew one of his swords, and signaled for the woman to stay back.

Grian gently pushed in the door, and revealed the tavern hiding behind it. Nothing out of the ordinary. Air filled with teh smell of alcohol and smoke, small and big tables dotting the place. A bar in the back end, in a palce where it is easy to notice new visitors, and if needs be, tell them to get out. Grian slowly walked in, and sheated his sword, but kept his hand on it for good measures. The barkeeper kept a close eye on him, seemingly cleaning glasses and mugs. There wasn't many visiotrs at this time, but there were still some shady figures hanging around, drinking dubious liquids and talking about god knows what. Grian looked around once more, looknig for signs of magic or fire. 

After some looking around, he was disappointed: there were absolutely no signs of fire anywhere. He was happy to leave the tavern before the smells would sink into his fur, and hastly exited the door. [color=00aeef]"Well, it doesn't look like there are any signs of fire. But maybe..."[/color] Grian though for a second, before he finally finished his sentence [color=00aeef]"Maybe it was just an illusion magic. I doubt it, but that seems like the only logical explanation."[/color]