Sofia: As the building is warming up, you [supposedly] don't have time for more than a cursory glance. For the most part this is just a poor-carpenter's workshop, though only a few works seem to be in progress. It is fairly obvious to you that more than one man should be working at it if it is to be efficient, but you don't think anyone else is here right now.
The only obvious strange piece is a well-sculpted wooden support (clearly designed to support something from below); it is is obviously Christian, containing a relief with religious overtones. What's strange about it is that it is reproduced five times, with perfect accuracy (a rarity with hand-crafted goods).
Sasha and Boris: Once you drag the drunken lout outside you are wormly greeted by those outside. One offers you a bottle of medovukha [Russian mead], another pats you on the back, and everyone seems to think you're a big hero. An old lady kicks Pyotr in the ribs, but he doesn't seem to notice.
Chen: You're as close or as far as you want to be.
Chronius: I assume you leave for the lodgings Anna arranged for you?
The streets are rather empty once you leave the mayham of the fire behind you. In short time you arrive at the inner-city's gates, which are guarded by two bored guards wearing the bishop's insignia. For some reason they find you suspicious, however, and inquire into your affairs. After a short discussion it arises that they don't really have any reason to detain you, so they reluctantly let you go.
A brisk walk later you finally arrive at the Silver Tusk inn. Its condition can only be described as "sub-standard". Sitting near the outer walls of the old town in a poor neighberhood the accomodations are arranged but consist of a common room for the grogs and one room for the three magi (and none of the place's rooms are of good quality).
Everyone: The first buckets of water are starting to arrive. They are rather far in between. The people concetrate on keeping the fire from spreading, rather than trying to put it out altogether.