February 364 Stratics Reckoning
The fire that swept through
The Trinsic Rose and burned it to the ground spread rapidly to the Infirmary next door, fanned by the north wind that sent flying sparks from the doomed tavern. By chance, I was sleeping in the Infirmary that night and so I did not realise what was happening. I woke coughing and choking from the fumes and felt my way to the door, but it was too late to escape that way. While I fumbled round in the dark and timbers crashed around me I thought my last hour had come. But before I passed out, strong elven arms lifted me up and bore me away.
I came round in another building, with a burned scar down my left cheek that will certainly remain with me until I die. The limp has mended and now barely shows. But I was luckier than poor Belana. I do hope no-one else was burned to a cinder and whose body as a consequence has not been found...
I only learned later that my life was saved by Alar. I must thank him next time we meet. Relations between us have been cool since I was angry with him for trying to control Gwen's life. And it seems he may now be settling down in the Elven Quarter, having acquired his own house.