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Roland found himself at a table trying out both the ale and wine along with the stew. A loaf of barley bread dark as the loamy soil surrounding the town. A truly rural affair that suited Princess' royal tastes well. The serving wench (or owner's eldest daughter to the locals) had taken upon herself to provide the furry ruler of all the lands with a modest tribute of fluffy fish freshly fetched from the river and bits of left over pork. This came along with her own small bowl of stew broth and bowl of water that her knight had requested.
A pleasant little stop on his way to finding more work. Roland had nothing to complain about.
Noise erupted from outside. The locals began to murmur confused. Roland frowned and rose to his feet. Muffled sounds like this came before raids. Orcs, centaurs, and humans alike all were known to do just that along the Bystra. This particular town lacked a defensive wall and guards were all either young and dumb or older and lazy from the peace. More a token offering to security than paragons of it.
The man slowly began to head his way to the door. Hand on the hilt of his dagger just in case.
WAAAM!
The door was flung open. A gray haired man with a wild look in his eyes rushed in. Panting in panic he yelled, "Fire from the sky! Run and pray the gods have mercy!" Then he was gone as suddenly as he had arrived.
Roland bolted for the door as shock and panic began to run through the tavern. The braver did the same. The sight that greeted them was not the perfect starry night daily blanketing the peaceful place. From the East a fiery figure flew like a small imitation sun over the village. A fire hawk. A screech boomed from its beak with the unmuffled force provided by the dark.
Loose flaming feathers rained down as it past by. Where they landed fires erupted into life. Half the village was already an inferno.....