I paced back and forth along the roof, pondering my chances if I can get to the gates before I get eaten. I rummage though my bag, and I smile when I pull out a clear glass flask filled with a clear yellow liquid. My smile turned into a huge grin, as I fished around for something else. I found what I was looking for-- it was a small sliver of wood, with a stone handle. I lit it with some flint in my pocket, and slung my pack over my shoulder.

Burning wood and flask of yellow liquid in hand, I jumped off the roof and into the chaos below, hoping to get out of the city.