Aezophyl sniffed even as he began to leave darker and darker steaming footprints behind him. His disguise flashed a few times; it was becoming obvious that the spell was less than completely compatable. [i]And it has only been 10 minutes...[/i]

He would have to 'burn off steam' so to speak. The right way.

Walking past a slightly loud and punk-like pedestrian, he clasped his hand on the man's shoulder as he walked past, causing the man to look back and yell vulgarities. He failed to notice a flame rising on his shoulder... until someone pointed and screamed.

"What are ye yellin at!" he shouted to the one who screamed.

A voice behind him told him exactly why.

"You're on fire!"

Looking at his shoulder, his face turned into a gaze of horror as the flames spread, consuming his entire body in the course of twenty seconds. Screaming, he ran into the wall of the healer's shop then tripped over a bench before he had nothing left but charred bones.

But he wasn't dead.

Rising back up, the [url=http://img4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120709014223/trollpasta/images/3/38/Skeleton_burning.png]charred, still burning skeleton[/url] rose back up and started stumbling, causing everyone on the street to flee and in a matter of minutes, bells of alarm to sound. It clumsily scratched at the shop's door even as it set the said door on fire.

Looking back at the chaos, Aezophyl smiled... then walked into the bar that was his destination.