You enter the building silently, finding a saloon decorated in a bewildering combination of slapdash rustic and and gaudy baroque that promises both the finest Corentyn brandy and nightly drunken brawls. Pools of blood mar the floor's rough planks and fine rugs, but there are no bodies to be seen.

Jon and Mika make it up the stairs, finding a sliver of warm light leaking out beneath the door to the largest suite in the place, when Genevieve's sheathed rapier knocks loudly against gilt baluster. You're sure that whoever lit the fire must have heard, but the only sound from beyond the door is the crackle of burning chord wood.