He gets a head start before Morgana starts after him. Unlike what most would suspect of a medieval lady, she's neither weak, nor slow. Nor does she fall into the cliche of not being able to run in her dress.

She does though, wish she had on fencing clothes.

The closer she gets to the plume of smoke, the more unnatural it feels and something smells oddly -- familiar, and she stops short.

"Doctor, that smell. It's like a smithy's workshop."