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The man departed making his way towards the first floor archives. A vague hunch to his shoulders the was familiar to Orphic even though he couldn't place it. Orphic turned from the man and made his way into mass of Skapatians. Panic had set in amongst many of the order, Orphic could see it in their movements. Like the man Orphic had sent to the archives the people moved without purpose. Unsure about which direction their feet should travel. Orphic had no such problems, he was leaving and by the quickest means possible.

Orphic pushed through the river of people as they flowed on either side of him. Jumping from current to current as long as it brought him closer to the exit. He still had no idea where the fire was but the smoke was getting thicker and thicker and the shouts from the people were getting louder and louder. Acolytes were screaming at him, mouths working but Orphic was unable to make out what they were saying against the overall noise.

Suddenly there was a deafening sound and Orphic found himself thrown backwards and to the grown. Bodies fell everywhere around Orphic as he struggled on the floor. His ears were ringing and he shook his head trying to clear his ears. People lay on his lefts and his left side was pinned under another body. He moved the limp body with his right hand and was able to free himself. Orphic sat up, squinting through the dust and wiping what he could away from his eyes. Through the tears forming in his eyes Orphic saw the rubbled where the hallway in front of him had been. Flames licked at the stone and the ceiling timbers.