Where there’s a winter party, there must rightfully be a fire: in fact, there are quite a few Tamriel-style braziers set up along the street, but the central square contains a towering stack of wood and kindling. In daylight, the faint spiderweb of magic traced around it might be much harder to spot, and its purpose is obscure regardless. The great fire is all but begging to be lit, but nobody’s made a move to do so. Not until the hour starts to get late, the shadows long, and the air cold. That’s when Felix goes in search of Isidor Durant.