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Elohir prods the trap door, grinning contentedly to himself for some reason. As usual, his leather book remains firmly in his grasp, though he currently holds it against his chest.
"Oh my, but I DO wonder what is down there. I hope it is something nice."
Elohir begins hurling eldritch energy at the smoldering timbers in the area of the trap door, breaking them up. In some cases, this causes flaring, but that quickly subsides for lack of fuel.
While his efforts do help extinguish the flames, they seem less than appreciated by many of the nearby citizens, whose immediate reactions range from shouts of surprise to shrieks of fear.
Sweet Melora
"Please stay calm. As you can see, this is simply the latest technique in fire control."
Hasnett forces her face and voice into a semblance of serenity.
"Although, of course, it would have been wiser to warn you all."
Closing in on Elohir, she hisses at him. "Stop. Right now. Before I ask Irawaru to talk to you too."
The crowd begins to settle, though many continue to look askance at Elohir -- and Aden. Several of the bucket brigade seem to decide their efforts are not needed and watch the warlock at work.
Elohir:
Hoku:
Elohir reluctantly goes back to work, blasting timbers away with his eldritch powers, which leave an acrid smoke in the air that mingles with the smoke from the fire.
When it is done, he approaches the trap door again, helping to clear any debris that may have fallen over the opening while he was working.
"Hoku...Hoku? She should probably look at this first," says Elohir after realizing she has disappeared.
"Thank you for allowing us to explore the latest techniques in fire control."
Hasnett beams at the crowd. "I'd suggest you all go home now and allow the heat to die down. We'll take care of the cleaning up."
Aside to Elohir, Aden and Irawaru, she adds - "Better not to have an audience while we're opening that door. I'd like to find out why that watcher is watching us as well."
"This watcher should not concern us. Perhaps that is what Hoku is taking care of," remarks Elohir as he once against scans his surroundings with squinting eyes.
"I doubt there is anyone in this small town to get in our business. Plus you're from the temple, they will probably let us do anything we want around here. If the constabulary was not willing to show up during the fire then I doubt they will bother us for searching someone's fruit cellar. Just tell everyone we are looking for survivors."
Perception DC22:
Failure:
Perception DC24 (separate roll):
With the fire mostly extinguished after Elohir's efforts, large parts of the crowd have begun to drift away, but there are still at least a score of onlookers watching you expectantly. They do, however, let you through.
Elohir follows Hasnett, unmindful of the fire that licks at his rumpled, travel-stained clothes. The burns end up being somewhat severe, but Elohir hardly seems to notice for the first few step until he looks down at his singed and blistering legs.
"Well that will simply not do," says the warlock.
Elohirs eyes go black for a moment as he moves in hands and fingers in arcane rhythm. With a downward gesture, Elohir summons frigid cold out of the depths of the outer planes and brings in down on the trapped door, hoping to cool the surrounding area enough to pass through.