There was a fire at the bakery! It was a roarer. Rats of fire and a strange figure of fire. We killed them. Saved what we could of the bakery, gave my condolences to Sara, the owner, she gave me a salve of some kind. Not sure what to do with it, I'm sure someone I know can find a use for it. Met some interesting folks with the same inclination towards helping those in need, two dwarves and an elf. They seemed nice, although the elf seemed a little cold, the crossbow wielding dwarf a little heartless and selfish, and the rapier-wielder very shady. Not sure how they'll turn out, but in the aftermath I invited them over to the fight, to watch the combat. Hopefully I give them a good show.