IC: Veros & Crimeia (from Veros's POV), not far from the Lavapool Inn I knelt on the top of a roof, perched like a giant bird of prey, surveying the carnage below. Alas, poor Lavapool Inn, we knew you well. Great food, lousy beds. Somehow it was still intact, yet smoldering. I could hear the sound of fighting below, and as much as I wanted to join in, I knew that wouldn't end well. I heard a soft thump and Crimeia moved next to me, barely making a sound. She drew her bow and quietly nocked an arrow. "Situation?" "Dire," I replied. "Well, at least for anyone in the Lavapool Inn." Crim nodded and pulled back on her bow, readying the arrow. "What in the name of karzahni are you doing?" "If it hits something, or if we get attacked back, then we can decide if we should help or not." I glared at her. "How about no. Put down the bow. I got a better plan." Crim pouted and put her bow away, decloaking. "You're no fun." "No, I'm smart." I stood up and cupped my hands. "DOES ANYONE NEED ANY HELP DOWN THERE?!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. Crim shook her head. "Some plan." OOC: Veros and Crimeia open for interaction.