Farla leapt from the wall on to one of the roofs.
"I can't believe it." She said, viewing the inferno that had engulfed the city of Talern.
"Talern can't burn." She said, tears beginning to trickle down her cheek. "The town I have lived in all my life will soon be nothing but ashes."
She noticed a man in bright white robes walking through the streets and realized he was a member of the Brotherhood of the White Flame. She leapt from house to house, dodging the flames, until she reached and tackled him.
"Tell me how this blasted fire started!" She ordered.
"This city is unholy and it was the whim of Drakol that we burn it."
"This is not an unholy city." Farla said, pressing a dagger to his throat.
"Yes, it is." The man choked out. "Our great lord Drakol commanded that it burn."
"Who is Drakol?"
"I told you, he is our great and powerful lord."
"But who is he really?" Farla asked, pulling out a vial of Liquid Truth.
"Again, he is the mighty ruler who commands the Brotherhood of the White F