Somewhere along the line they were taking, "Blaze of Glory" literally. Blackened and charred the ground would reject any growth of vegetation or organism for some time. While broken bones and heat exhaustion were normal to cross her threshold on a daily basis in Magincia, 3rd degree burns were not. That was, until this outbreak of unexplainable behavior. Emotional rather than logical, the thinking process of those around her left gaps in her understanding that even the Gods couldn't bridge. To state that one would be unable to feed their family and then turn around and burn down the rancher's hut where your meat is raised and then butchered, left her dizzy. Minoc, Britain, Trinsic. They were the same. Luna, the city of currency, of greed; Had been left untouched. Questions hung in the air like the smoke that billowed and curled from the fires beyond her window. Answers, were much harder to come by.