OOC: The house is fairly large, large enough to contain his workshop and a small family (barely). It is cold, but above freezing. So far the fire has been limited to the roof; an Awareness EF 9 roll will suffice to notice that it's focus was some foreign object in the roof, now entirely burnt out. The doorway to the house can be broken with a few good shoves. You can play your own grogs if you want to; I wouldn't mind knowing what grogs that party has, also...
Assuming you do break in (?!)...
A small crowd is gathering, but they don't do anything except stare. In answer to Sofia's question, one of them (an old women) says "Pyotr the carpenter lives here. He lives alone, ever since the plague took his wife." She looks at the house in disdain. "Although he lives mostly at Olag's really."
As the grogs break through the door they are greeted by a strong stench, a mixture of vomit, alcohol, and smoke. It is not hard to determine that Pyotr has drunk himself to a stupor. The roof is slready starting to burn from within, and small pieces of burning thatch and sparks rain down on them. [They should have no problem draggin him out.]
A single dog has come out along with the people, a small irritating thing. He sharply barks at both the fire and Chronius, running back and forth between them in a frenzy. Some of the gathered people are giving Chronius concern looks.
The neighberhood people that are doing something are organizing a column of people from the near well to the house; as he seeks water Chen finds himself quickly recrtuited to the effort. "Here!" a bucket of water is thrust into his hands, "pass it along!" Only then does the person stop to look at Chen, and is struck dumb for a second or two at finding such an unfamiliar face in front of him.