It is no small irony that mere weeks after his impromptu visit to the city gaol, here the Fool stands as a deputized investigator into the arson at city hall. Perhaps someone higher up the chain of command has decided to make use of his penchant for troublemaking; he does appear exceptionally gifted at finding things that do not wish to be found.

He stands out amongst the Sentry loitering outside city hall, all flowing red fabrics and golden hair, and keeps his eyes peeled for the rest of the people tasked with pursuing this lead with him. The air here is heavy with the smell of smoke, mostly woody from paper but undercut with something more acrid.