The man in burgundy looks back at the crowd. A few of them come closer as if to stand with him in support; others approach the remains of the holy house. The fire is on the decline now, having reduced all the wooden structures of the holy house to cinders and ash, but smoke still pours forth into the sky. He opens his mouth to speak, but holds it for a while, as if choosing his words carefully. Before he can commit to a statement, somebody in the crowd speaks for him.
"There weren't any monster!" a woman shouts. "I seen you go into the gods' house after Dahl brought the Pater his victuals. It was you brought the fire, don't lie to us!"
Another, younger woman steps forward, wide-eyed. "A horde of rats unlike any I have ever seen passed through Maughblin's field just before the fire began!"
More villagers are starting to approach, drawn to the scene from the homes and fields where they'd been working. Somewhere in the distance you hear more screaming and wailing.
"If what you tell us is true," the man in burgundy finally says, "I have...many questions."
Loud cracks sound, and the rest of the roof collapses into the basement. All that stands now of the holy house are its stone walls, encircling a smoking pit of ash and debris. The sky overhead is steely gray, and a crowd of angry, distrustful villagers is gathering around the party.