Game: Grab yourself a seat, friend.

Izen takes a drink from a metal flask. "I hope not. Tha bomb plan didn't work out as I hoped."

Silene decides it's better if the fire burns itself out. Since it was fueled by alcohol, it shouldn't take much longer provided more fuel isn't added.

"Um. . .well that wasn't planned." Ramiel said, loading another shot into his crossbow, just in case.

Silene considers things to speed up the process of burning the fire out. Perhaps enhancing the flames to consume the alcohol? Using her Druidcraft, she intones a few words to test this theory.

Lacking another resource, Silene tries the opposite and attempts to diminish the flame to see if the alcohol on the ground burns up.

Ramiel thought for a moment before remembering the dust of dryness that he retrieved earlier from a satchel. Grabbing a handful of the dust from its broken packet, the half-elf sorcerer scatters the dust into the roaring flames.

"I hope this works!" he says as he let the dust fly.

"Like, maybe it only works on wet stuff," says Silene. She tries extinguishing the flames in an area to reveal the alcohol.

Izen simply shrugs. "This magic business is beyond me."

Ramiel gathers another handful of dust, timing his throw with Seliene's druidcraft this time to hopefully dry up the alcoholic liquid fueling the flames.

Silene repeats the process, looking for an area that will either create a path through the flame, or at least diminish the strength of the overall carpet of fire.