((Alright, plenty of free time, might as well establish a few locations.
The Swordsman, kinda lost, wanders along the demolished third floor, taking a look at all the damage.
Signe made her way around the building, forming columns of ice where she could, when she came across the iced-over foyer.
She tried to force it to recede, but found the ice resistant to her control. Frowning, she waved her hand again and it melted away.
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Varya, absolutely wasted, slams her tankard on the table too hard and cracks the wood, babbling in Norse.