Verakka scans the nearby crowd. The most suspicious person is a elf dressed in noble finery, with a masterwork rapier at his waste. He stares into space, reacting to visions that only he can see.
Krug easily shadows the cloaked figure. The dark individual moves with an easy grace, stepping around onlookers with hardly a flicker in his cloak.
Grim sends his manifestation at the half-orc, but the warrior's frantic mind deflects the attack.
Iliar valiantly looks for something else to smother the flames, but no options present themselves.
Titus scans the half-orc and the surrounding crowd. No emanations of evil are evident.
The half-orc turns and begins approaching a bystander. "Help me! The spirit of my father.... it must want to hurt me for selling the battleaxe. Make it go stop!" The flames return at full-force, burning away the bedroll.