[Upon arrival at the Aetheryte one of the first things one may notice, beyond the pleasant bustle of activity and scents of spices in the breeze, is a young woman running through the plaza, screaming and holding a tray of something that was once food. Whatever it was, it's a fireball now and it leaves a smoking trail behind her.
hay guess what. action
A voice lilts behind Viktor.]
Believe it or not, I had nothing to do with that.