The Haven was in a right state by now. Fires roaring, people scrambling to put them out or free animals that had been unfortunately trapped in the barn. At least one foolish soul had tried to interfere so far. There would be others, but Damon only desired one.

But how best to lure a coward?

Well, if this didn't do the trick then he'd have to up his game. But the festivities weren't over yet. Now that everything is properly set ablaze Damon takes a point near an open spot in the middle of town to stand and wait. Sword drawn with the tip resting on the ground before him with his hands crossed on top of the hilt. He looks almost stoic there, calm, as if awaiting a meeting.

In a way he is. It just so happens he's going to meet someone other than intended first.