[ Wandering over to the Wizardhaus with an armful of peaches, Fjord makes his way to their kitchen and sets the fresh fruit up where he thinks everyone will see, absorbing the quieter air compared to the livelier Neinhaus. He checks Caleb and co. have some supplies in their own cold-cupboard so they don't always need to cross an entire house to get something to eat when they're working, then wanders upstairs with the intention of getting a fire whiskey from Vax's bar; no one else likes it and it's unofficially, exclusively Fjord's supply.
As he sips his drink, he smells something odd on the air. Burning? Not quite. Concerned, he follows the scent of smoke down a corridor he would ordinarily avoid (living quarters are a different bag to the social rooms in any house) until he comes to a door he wasn't aware was occupied before. It's the worry that someone accidentally started a fire which prompts him to knock. ]
Hello? Anyone in there?
[ Not to say that he didn't take his whiskey with him. He was alarmed, not frantic. ]
( gilmore; hookah )
As he sips his drink, he smells something odd on the air. Burning? Not quite. Concerned, he follows the scent of smoke down a corridor he would ordinarily avoid (living quarters are a different bag to the social rooms in any house) until he comes to a door he wasn't aware was occupied before. It's the worry that someone accidentally started a fire which prompts him to knock. ]
Hello? Anyone in there?
[ Not to say that he didn't take his whiskey with him. He was alarmed, not frantic. ]