I'm the Devil, Baby...
Fire, as we all know, is a natural occurence to the pits of Hell.
Thusly, a small inferno upon your horne head is not going to matter.
Sadly, the party has dwindled.
How about a little wheeling a dealing for souls on the upper city
streets?
You put on your fly duds and head on up to the streets of the cities
on mortal earth, and look for your first
victim.
