"You, mage. Why are you blasting this place? Tell me!" Ophion said to the rouge spellcaster.
While it was the job of the city guard to take care of hostile wizards, the mages of Minthebec were also interested in each others affairs... they all had a power-hungry streak, even though in some mages, it was much worse... Ophion was interested in the motives and spells of this wizard, just as any other would be... if he could get the rogue wizard's note, spellbook, and other magical equipment, so much the better...
What was clear was that all Dracon mages sought power for themselves... if serving a city was a necessary means to that ends, so be it... if they could, each mage would be a power unto himself... as the greatest archmages were. Manipulating the elements, delving into aracane mysteries, summoning and controlling powerful creatures... these were all aspects of power... and fire was one of the most visible manifestations of such power...
Which brought Ophion back to this current incident. Clearly, this mage was blasting the inn because he believed he had something to gain from it... but what?