cressida/eden/peony/open! | right after the explosion.
As the barrel fell, a sheet of ice seemed to explode out from it, creeping up the wall, bringing with it an unexpected breath of coolness before it dissipated in the surrounding inferno.
Behind the sheet of ice, stood Peony, her arm extended with her rod pointed at the barrel. "May I assist?"
She had entered the building moments prior with another of her fellows, judging that with people inside, large-scale spells from outside the building might kill or injure survivors -- not to mention damage the structural integrity and possibly bring the entire tavern down on rescuers' heads. In they had gone, accordingly, armed with well-aimed Blizzara spells and with wet scarves pulled around their faces to stop them from inhaling smoke.
She felt the effects of Regen working upon her body, balancing the effects the flames and smoke were having on her. When the spell effects faded...
But that was not a thought for now. "I can clear a path," she offered. Putting the fire out in patches would be slow and tedious, but they would save more this way than by rushing in.