After about half an hour, the small group’s rest is interrupted.
Gunshots and screams of panic sound from one of the Risuri ships in the harbor, hundreds of feet away from the lighthouse.
Glassman coughs with surprise. “Sergeant Blake? You’ll be wanting to see this.”
A few flashes of fire light up the night, and then a massive ball of flame engulfs the ship. Smoke billows upward as the rigging catches ablaze, and a humanoid figure can barely be made out striding across the burning deck. The figure points a flaming sword and sweeps it in an arc toward the sea wall. All of the gas lamps shatter and go dark.