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"You need something knocked down?!" Caira shouts to Wen, hustling up besides Torea. "Well your stupid, scarred face has been making me want to blow shit up since I first saw it! Luckily for you I've been hanging onto one last Boom for a rainy day!"

Then, she incantates, and sends a bead of light from her palm to the burning home.

And implodes it with fire.

With a roar of flame, the building shakes and the structure gives way, falling inward. The roof collapses, allowing the sheets of rain into the structure and onto the fire elemental.

"Psh! You look like you can hardly harness fire at all!"
Chanting a quick spell, Caira assists Jasper by firing a bolt of flame. It crackles through the rain leaving steam in its wake, and smashes into the dazer.

Upon impact, the flames are sucked up into the creature, reinvigorating it.

"What?! HEY! Don't eat my lashes! HEY!" she complains, now realizing that she just helped the being.

"... Y.. yeah!" Caira said hesitantly at first, as Trissae tries to talk some energy back into her. "Yeah!" she says again, and then once more, hopping from her seat and spraying sparks from her finger tips will a loud "YEAH!!!"

When Trissae Rally's Ozz to head to the lightning struck house, Caira speaks up. "And I'M coming with!" Not able to be dissuaded and assuring any opposition of her coming with that she has PLENTY of fire left, still, to help, Caira joins the fight.

---AT THE TOWER---

Trissae looks at Caira, and it's clear that the halfling woman is damn well oblivious to the significance of anything that has transpired since and before the fiasco began.

When Trissae looks back, Caira is holding the lute in her hands uncertainly, like she might accidentally break it. She looks down at it, and then up to Trissae, as if this gesture alone speaks volumes more than any words the bard had spoken. Her hands begin to shake and she clutches it to her chest.

"He... He really wanted us dead... He REALLY wanted us dead!" She says it a couple of times, her face filling with emotion, her eyes open and unfocused before spilling over with tears that drip upon the lute. "I knew he didn't like me, but... ... After he helped me plan the last raid, I thought I finally did the right thing. That I did something that he didn't just think I screwed up..! But that was a lie wasn't it?"

She clutches the lute to her chest, trying to breathe through uncertain sobs. Her eyes drift off as her mind goes back and back through her past, reconsidering everything all over again from this new perspective.

---At the tower---

Caira seems confused at first, Trissae's question not fully processing. Her mouth makes a silent shape, the word 'Grok' said behind a face of confusion. Then, the can of sand registers.

"Oh, yeah. The mystery capsule! He told me to get some more coin since we were tight on funds at the moment. I sold an old pair of my boots, a couple hats, and I ended up throwing the capsule in as well. Man, some people really like to collect mysteries, and no one seems to know who made that or even how to get inside of it, haha!" She laughs a bit nervously at Trissae's closeness.

With her face still down on the table, she looks at Trissae with a frozen smile. "wuh... whyyy?" she draws this last out, confused and bemused with Trissae's actions and tone.

--- At the Tower---

Caira sits on a chair near the wall and little table. She rests her head on it, her face turned away from the door and toward the wall from even before Trissae came in, despondently maybe. Her mood is uncertain, but with her visible hand, she works her thumb again and again in a hard gesture, and each time a shower of warm sparks sprays a small portion of the underside of her little table. Black charring from repeated singes can be seen on the edge of the table, and it looks a far cry from being at risk of catching fire from her candle-starting magic.

As the boys exit, Caira slowly rolls her head to the other side, to face Trissae as she plays with her lute. "Hey, Trissae..." the halfling says, puffing her cheeks out as she sprays the table again with another small fountain of magical sparks. "... if any of the Shields are giving you shit for home address, you let me know.

Her eyes seem unfocused, and her tone seems drained of any real feeling or emotion in them.

Caira crosses her arms, a thoughtful scowl on her face from Adrien's words. She eye's Grimgar's and Ozz, upset but considering.

Caira looks up at Adrien, lips pursed in an annoyed line. She tugs on his cloak. 'Hey!' she mouths, her features exaggerated to 'enunciate' her silent words. 'What's going on? Why is Grimgar trying to kill us all of a sudden!?' She stays silent, both heeding and ignoring Trissae's request to leave it be.

Caira puts her fists against her hips and demands Adrien's attention.

Insight: 1d20 ⇒ 2

"He f*+#ing tried to f%!@ing kill us! I can't believe he- HRRPHHH" Caira cuts in, then interrupts herself as well as she turns to dry heave into the room.

"Splotz..." she gasps, thoroughly uncomfortable and unhappy with basically f%@+ing everything at the moment. "... The poison... HRPH!"

"Dizzy... I think-" she says, nearly collapsing. She shakes her head and leans up against a wall for support. "I'm not bleeding that bad... Is... Is this poison? Is this what poison feels like?!"

She looks at her bleeding arm with vacant horror. "this pisses me off! she shrieks, shrilly, the magical fire on one hand growing brighter.

One hand is wreathed in magical fire, and she's wearing an oversized dress that looks to be something more fashionable than her prisoner's garb, probably taken from a human clerk. "Grellik...? what the..?" she asks, her eyes glassy and vague. On her other arm, a long, bleeding cut can be seen.

"Where is..." she looks around, confused. "He was just here... thought I heard him... Just in my imagination? No no... He... he CUT me..!" he looks at her arm, as if needing to remind herself of what she just experienced. Her manner is unusual, affected by something to confuse her.

"Have you... Have you seen Grimgar?!" she asks, almost affronted. "I think he just tried to stab me! but... No, I never saw him." she looks to one of the stone walls of the little office, scrutinizing that. She points at it. "Maybe he went through there?" It appears as a solid stoneworked wall with no door.