Reynard was walking toward the Snow Trade Emissary, about to shop for ingredients and pick up tasks for the next day. The gold was necessary after all his recent spending, and the gears of capitalism required oil.
He was a street away from the building when he heard an explosion, followed by shouts of panic. A column of purple smoke rose from behind the rooftops.
Auras of several magi flared out, and more shots followed. After a moment of hesitation, Reynard turned around and joined all the passersby who were already running away from whatever magical conflict was happening.
Unlike them, another street away, he climbed up a nearby rooftop. From there, he could see the Snow Trade Emissary building well.
It was burning with yellow, blue, and green fires. Several magi were casting ice spells outside, trying to extinguish the flame, but it stubbornly refused. More people were standing, sitting, or lying near the building, many of them wounded.
