It was strange what you saw. Like two different videos showing what would happen if you did or didn’t do something. It came and went in a second and by the time you could blink, the dagger was already in your hands. You could feel the head burning your fingers and palm as the weapon exploded right in your face. Miraculously, you came out relatively well. Your hair was smokey, your hands burnt, but you managed to protect your face thanks to the robes, and they didn’t even look damaged.

Your friends stood in awe and shock. Even the knights looked at you with a mixture of astonishment and even a little fear. Naturally it was Buddy who was the first to return to their senses as he punched the surrendering knight in the face, knocking him out. Upon doing so Pylia came to her senses as well and took out some rope to tie up the two. Shortfang came up to your side, looking at the now charred corpse of Erendal. “He crazy man! Kill himself with fire, why?” The kobold tried to search the body, but the flames burned the corpse to a bloody black mass. Whatever he had on him was reduced to charred ash, even the dagger crumbled into dust.

You could hear heavy footsteps down the alley and the familiar voice of Atisha barking out orders. Seems that she was just seconds too late to the party. Pylia walked over to you and looked at your hands. “Sylvia, you’re hurt! What you did, that was crazy!”