>>6105931Feeling the heat die down around you, you turn and bump into another silent figure! Feeling a rough glove grab your shoulder, you instinctively bat at the glove’s owner’s face like an angry cat!
In any other circumstance you’d be dead by now, but the surprise kickstarted a handful of flames on your fingers that set the hoodlum’s hood ablaze with otherworldly flames!
“Wh-what the Hells!?” Sputters your Spinner friend from across the room! “It’s… it’s beautiful…”
The guy you set ablaze doesn’t think so, unless his race or species or whatever communicates love and joy by screaming. Scampering around the inn like a headless chicken, the assassin bursts through the front door and lands in a heap outside where the storm seems to have subsided!
You wait for another attack… another cheap shot… but nothing comes. Dumping your remaining salt onto a fire at your feet, you allow yourself a sigh as the sound of crackling flames is replaced with groaning wood.
“Not bad, mate,” Grumbles the Innkeeper as he strides over and gives you a pat on the back that nearly pounds you through the floorboards, “As far as pub brawls go, that was one fer’ the songs.”
“Way ahead of ya!” Chirps Tzah-Tzie as she begins to pluck away at her Harplute, “Now do we go with the salt, or say he rescued the maidens…”
Yea, you shrug, but his inn is toasted… is he gonna be okay?
“Best part of the Darklands roit there: no need ta’ repaint.” The moleg explains with half a laugh. “Lost me booze stores, though. That’ll set me back.”
Yea, you’re sorry to hear it, you frown, but what about his customers!?
“Plenny ran off once the fires started… the others, well…” You hear something grind in the Innkeeper’s undoubtedly broad shoulders. “S’ the way she goes.”
“Don’t worry, doesn’t seem like the dead could pay their bills anyways.” Reports Tzah-Tzie as she sidles up next to you.
How would <span class="mu-i">she</span> know that?
“Err… j-just a hunch?”
>CONTD. 