The noise outside draws me to the door. Poking my head out, I immediately see the conflagration that Dane has set in motion. I turn to Gepetto and instruct him to help the stuttering kid with the lock. I hurriedly stuff my torch into the wall sconce before bolting out the door and down the stairs.
Holding his own torch away from the rapidly spreading blaze, Dane waves his free hand at the smoldering crates in vain. I reach into one of the lesser scorched containers and throw him a cape. He pauses to give me a confused look.
With a likewise fancy cloak in my own hands, we proceed to bat at the flames as they whip about in the onshore breeze.
