[Barkeep hisses as the last of the burns fade from his hand. The phantom pain remains, and he holds it in the air as he pushes himself up with his uninjured hand.]

They're somewhere close. That had to see it. [He shakes his hand. It doesn't hurt anymore, but the afterburn is there.] Must have one of those Black Mages with them.

[With that, he stares at the new fire. Must larger that the fake one from before, but it's still flickering, though only at the tips. Strange. It's like when he was getting rid of the illusion, but why...?

A drop of water answers that.

Barkeep tilts his head skyward as another shower begins.]

Of course. [He points to the real fire, then to a neighboring one that remains steady and the rain gets heavier.] They aren't accountin' for the rain. That fire's gettin' weaker, but that one keeps on burnin' like nothin'.

I think we found our trackin' method. [He rests his hands on his hips and smiles confidently. Go on, be amazed.]