Emmaline was still in something of a daze. The ringing in her ears had dissapated but the shock of what had just happened was still passing. Nodding numbly she climed to the top of the tower, exiting through the garret room at the top to the ancient watch platform. Stepping around fallen tiles she looked out over the river. A light wind was blowing the smoke away from the gunnery school, but the damage that had been down was tremendous. An entire corner of the complex had been scooped away by the blast as though by a giant spoon. Worse still, the force of the explosion had shattered the river wall and and the dark waters of the Reik had rushed in to fill the cavity, forming a brown lake where most of the gunnery park had been. Order was being brought to the chaos now, with workers and artisan's carrying away what could be salvaged. The gates were already been shut and barred, proving that Neil had been right suggest a hasty exit. While the crack of cannons was audible she couldn't, from her position, see what they were firing at. Judging from the gunsmoke rising over the distant rooftops, some kind of assault was underway on the eastern gate. Emmaline swallowed hard and turned her attention back to the river. A throng of Nuln's poor were swarming over the docks, jumping and clambering aboard barges and ships that were just as haistily trying to cast and fend off from the wooden and stone wharfs. One of the clumsy vessels was already in trouble, badly over loaded by the scores of people swarming aboard to escape the imminent siege. The starboard gunnel dipped alarmingly and then sank below the sluggish surface of the river. Water poured into open hatches and the roll accelerated as the barge capsized spilling goods and people into the Reik. Spatterings of gunfire errupted from a number of other vessels, as panicked sailors fired into the crowds to escape a similar fate. Some in the crowd fired back as the situation degenerated. As Emmaline watched a phalanx of city watch arrived on the scene lead by an armored man on horseback. They tore into the crowd with batons, heaving the mass of humanity down along the river bank and driving them away from the docks. The Watch was securing the ships which remained on the docks, probably as war material. That was quick thinking, especially as it had been less than an hour since the fiery destruction of the manor house had roused the city, apparently just in time to avoid a surprise attack. It didn't look like there was much chance of getting out by boat, even if the river was safe to travel downstream.

Emmaline's eyes swung back to the gunnery school and the eastern river. The water was glimmering with something and it took her several moments to realize that they were fish which had been killed by the blast. Cursing that most of her exercise was more horizontal she clambered back down the garret and rand down the stairs, skirts hiked up, ignoring Neil's shouted questions. She ran out onto the landing and down to the painter where Neil had tied the boat. Dipping her fingers in the water she whispered a spell. A gentle current began to flow towards her fingers and slowly the floating fish, stunned or dead began to drift towards the island. Within ten minutes the southern shore was covered with fish and the assorted floatsam that normally choked the river. Cringing inwardly but cognisatnt that food would be worth more than gold if a seige lasted, she began picking up fish and tossing them into the boat, the only available container she had. It took her perhaps a half an hour but by the time she had cleared the beach the boat was almost overflowing with fish. Sweating with exertion she sat heavily upon the flagstones near the shore and huffed out a breath. It was all together too much like real work for her taste. Inwardly she wondered how long it would be before the watch, or the army came to occupy the tower and evicted them.