With the way most nutjobs are, he wouldn't be surprised if the culprit was hiding somewhere, enjoying the grim sight of the confusion he caused.
People got hurt, and although nobody had died... yet, he could tell that eventually things could get pushed too far.
He crouches to the ground, his hands rummaging through the debris and the shards of glass, while he juggles in his mind the imago of a spell.
Just like those carnival soothsayers, he hopes to catch a glimpse of truth within the debris.
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