*turns on his heel and walks straight back to the car without so much as a word to any the bewildered Harpists*
On my way. *slides into the driver's seat and is only dimly aware of the words leaving his mouth (my house my house my House)* The fire's under control here and at a glance, it looks like the buildings will survive.
*feeling distinctly queasy as he pulls the car around the drive* How many have we still got back at the Fountain? *and the next is an outright lie (and the false humor doesn't make him feel any better)* I've lost count.