2 Weeks Later...
Vaelin grumbled as he made his way to Varryn's empty townhouse. He'd been planning this ever since he had been "invited" to Varryn's townhome.
It was night out, but there was a full moon, and not a single cloud was in the sky. He muttered to himself. How was he supposed to be sneaky when there wasn't any cloud cover? He double checked his pockets. Good. All of his tools he needed he still had. He had made it to Varryn's street. He spotted the small opening in the hedge that he had identified earlier in the week, and snuck inside Varryn's yard.
The townhome was dark. He had heard through the grapevine that Varryn and Illia had left, and were back at their residence. That was good, because he didn't want to hurt anyone. He just wanted to make a statement. Which is exactly what he was doing.
Vaelin double checked in the windows, making sure nobody was home.
He started lining the outside of the house with dry tinder, sprinkling a magic powder he had obtained that would guarantee the fire he lit would catch, but also not spread beyond the townhome.
He heard a branch snap, and ran behind a tree, cautiously peeking out.
It was just a squirrel.
He sighed and continued lining the house. It took him about 30 minutes to line the house good, and when he was done, he stepped back to survey his work. He grabbed the matches out of his pocket and struck them against the metal sole of his boot. The first one didn't catch. He sighed and tried another one. That one caught, and he dropped it into the dry tinder surrounding the house. The fire spread faster than he was expecting, and he rolled under the hedge, leaving the scene.