Dural looks around his burning room at the monastary...flames dancing all around feeling the heat start to sear his body, the screams of his brothers caught in their rooms as the fire consumes them. There must be a way out....if I can only get to the window I know I can fit threw...making a leap over the burning cot, using its burning frame to give his the boost to get his fingers over the frame of the window, once again feeling the skin of his hands melt to the frame,pulling himself through, leaving cloth and skin behind as he levers' his way threw the tight fit. His pants now on fire he pulls his body out of the portal, dropping into the lake outside the monastaries wall, the heat immediatly quenched as the bitterly cold water surrounds his small frame.....
Dural continues to squirm and thrash about on the forest floor...