Blessed UnionTavray found themselves on fire. It was not an ideal position for a servitor of Rwar, but it could be worse. The fire wasn’t hot enough to harm Tavray, but it did compromise their aesthetic. Burnt spin-plas wasn’t very appealing; worse yet, the electronics that created the illusions swirling around Tavray had melted. The primitive being Tavray had intended to parlay with was also alarmed, crying out, “For godssake get a fire extinguisher and put this man out.” Tavray was not a ma...