Meanwhile, thanks to Agandaur, for every bucket of water that was dumped on the fire, two more were needed. Agandaur had heard the camotion with the argonian in charge of shipments as he was sneaking into the blaze that was once the windhelm market district. He chuckled about the whole situation, "This one has not had such fun scince the moonsugar incedent," he thought aloud. Agandaur was no longer aloud to get moonsugar in windhelm for one reason alone, the Jarl's cook prefered his cattle to be of the slightly less than painted variety. But that was a story to be told with pride after he got out of the fire. Agandaur had been making his way around the square, setting shop after shop ablaze from the inside so as not to be spotted. The final shop was the alchemy shop which was across the square from his current location, getting there would not be the problem, "the problem," he thought to hisself, "will be the five crates of fire salts that were delivered this morning." With that he made his way across the square past Jolgir, who was "helping" the alchemy shop keeper out of the inferno that used to be the market district, and into the shop. He commenced to lighting the place on fire, the heat was so intense, Agandaur couldn't help but think of home, Elsweyr, and next thing he knew, he was airborn, in his moment of inattention, Agandaur had let the fire get too close to the crates of firesalts, the resulting explosion was massive to say the least, it had been felt throughout the city.
