Stacey was running away from the building in question, which was about to explode. The Explosion knocked her flat on her face and she had a slight flash of her life flashing before her eyes. Her heart skipped a beat for a moment. She had never felt something this painful before and probably never will. ”I… hope that doesn’t happen again,” Stacey thought to herself.

She coughed and had an air of confusion for why this happened. She slowly got up by pushing herself up from where she was knocked down. She looked around and saw the damage of the explosion behind her. ”Oh my…,” Stacey said aloud. She had her hand covering her mouth in shock. "I... thought big cities were supposed to be peaceful," Stacey thought to herself. She cupped her hands together and placed them close to her chest. She shook her head in disbelief in what had transpired here.

"This is why I avoid cities," Mal grumbled, picking himself up off the ground. A quick glance around showed him that no one he could see was hurt badly, although he had lost sight of the cutes again. Thankfully, some loud profanity from the roof informed Mal as to the location of one of them. She seemed like she could handle herself for now.

Mal approached Wren and Stacey, angry that they had gotten thrown by the blast. They might not have been hurt, but he didn't bother to check. Summoning his inner strength, he stood before the duo. "Get on your feet! We must help the others!" he called out, sending an inspiring wave of energy to heal them both by 4 HP. "Come, let's work together."


Mal turned to find the man that Evyr had attacked and stood before him, glaring down. "Did you do this?" he asked. "Do you know how many were in there? If you do not answer, I shall do to you a thousand times worse, and a thousand times more slowly."

(Oddly enough, there was no damage to the characters from the explosion, which is something you addressed. Also, it would have been lethal damage)

The man, who had been bound in magical chains already, could not have been more demoralized. Or rather, he could no longer be demoralized. The force of the explosion seemed to hurt him more than it hurt the others, in such a way even Mal could understand. Evyr's actions had made it obvious to her the man was dead, given his lack of any sort of reaction to the chains, and Mal could see the blood that smeared when the body was moved by the chains ever so briefly.

Wren pulled herself up, seeing the other two crowding around the man Mal had previously held. She saw others getting up farther down the street, too, so at least they were okay. This man wasn't moving at all anymore, though. She pushed past the others to search the body (22), but not finding much of use beyond a tattoo on his shoulder: a crescent moon emitting a flame burst on the top, bottom, and sides. "Any of you know anything about this? Or is it just a mark he got while drunk one day?"

(If Evyr looks, she does recognize it. It's the local branch of this country's thieves guild. She had a matching tattoo before she died, but no longer has it. Each branch has a different moon and flame burst pattern, and she knows a few different variations and to which branch they belong).