Westcrown is burning.
He suspected that already, of course, but it isn't until he takes to the air above Charthagnion Manor that he appreciates the extent of the damage. It makes sense of why the archmages aren't here, if they've been putting out (literal and metaphorical) fires all over the city.
There's a rain falling now, gentle now but getting heavier with every passing moment. It's unseasonable and almost certainly conjured. Probably the archmages do have things in hand after all. For his own part, he's low enough on spell slots that it's probably not worth trying to help until he's slept; he is very nearly an archmage, at least by the modern definition, but he does not have Cotonnet's ability to tell the universe to give him more spell slots. Hopefully Cotonnet will allow him to sleep in his demiplane, where time is rumored to pass at ten times the rate it does on the Material.
He goes invisible, and drops back toward the street in front of the manor, scanning for Archduke Narikopolus or anyone else he recognizes.