[Eshandist]

Tikno nodded thoughtfully. So Rail was not much younger that he was. He looked up at the remains of the old inn, which from what he could see had been a thriving place. He was saddened that it had been brought down to this state, like so much in this world since That Day. It angered him to think of all the lives that had been wrecked, all the people moving about now without home or family or friends. His hands curled into fists as flames once again raced along his skin. Tikno closed his eyes, taking a few deep breaths, forcing his anger at the injustices back. The flames around his hands died.

"What happened?"

He was asking about the inn.