Tobias sipped his drink. "Tastes like feet-flavored ale. Or maybe ale and cow piss," he quipped to nobody in particular. Drink in hand, he settled back in his seat to watch the bizarre spectacle of a barmaid coming onto the mysterious one with the skeleton... fairy... thing.

He remained settled until he caught sight of the man in the corner. Every single facet of his well-cultivated street-sense screamed that he was trouble. So focused was he on the man that it barely registered in the thief's mind when Sana got up to 'ready the horses'.

For a moment, things were quiet. Then, all hell broke loose.

Sana screamed for help from outside - for Hugh. Everyone was on their feet, weapons being drawn left right and center. The strange one, Mortosh, was dragged out the window. Fiona was out the door in a heartbeat, sword already in hand.

Automatically, Tobias was on his feet and sprinting for the doorway. He'd seen enough gang fights to know where this was going, and know that he wanted to be as far away from it as possible.

He was out the door right behind Fiona, tempted to shove her through in his haste to get out of the inn. What he found outside didn't encourage him. Sana had been grabbed, Fiona was sword-fighting someone, the elf was back and looked to be in the middle of throwing someone to the ground, the demon was on fire - [i]why was the demon on fire?[/i] It was a disaster area that looked to be getting steadily worse. Without checking his pace, Tobias turned and ran off to the side of the inn, hoping he could lose any pursuers in the alleyway. 

Instead, he ran smack into another one of the enemies. The rogue stepped back, shaking his head to clear it, and tried to size up the person he'd run into. He was young; couldn't have been much older than Tobias, clean-shaven, short haired, dressed in all brown leather. In his eyes there was a look more bewildered than threatening, and Tobias couldn't help but wonder what the young man was doing here.

But then the other rogue's gaze set hard, and he pulled a knife from his belt, brandishing it threateningly. Tobias backed away, snapping his head left and right, scanning for an out. There was none. The alleyway was too narrow to get past, and there were probably more down there anyway. Haltingly, Tobias reached up to his back for the knife he kept sheathed there. 

The two thieves circled each other warily.