This was quite the development. The spider abomination actually was making the most sense. When he approached Bob so closely, he probably could feel the electricity in the air. Well, that's what Bob considered it, fear. Now to make it better, he had front row seats to seeing which was tougher, the orc or the spider abomination. Still, the threat that he was next was where he drew the line on not getting involved. With a large burst of smoke, he knew now was the time to fight or flee. There was an orc, they don't like fire much. So he had the right weapon for the job, literal firepower. The spider could probably be fooled that Bob was friendly for now.

His actions were stopped momentarily when the spider unleashed an ear splitting scream. Then in reply, an even larger abomination burst through the side wall that once separated the stables and this inn. Words were not enough to describe this thing. It was huge and it looked dumber than the ogre. Still, it was aimed at the orc and the deal was being sweetened. Shiny gems were offered as a reward for killing the orc. Bob didn't know either of these two but he would gladly kill an orc for gems. Now was as good any opportunity to jump in.

Bob moved quickly, cramming anything on the table that looked burnable into his flamethrower. This orc already started a fight, who would complain if there was one less drunk in the room? Smoke billowed out the sides of his weapon, who needs accuracy when everything is a potential enemy? Bob set it to shooting fireballs and aimed in the general direction of Grok. The furnace roared to life as a a fire ball of assorted trash launched towards Grok. [color=662d91]"Gems for killing an orc? Remember to pay me that reward after I'm done burning his mistakes into his flesh."[/color] Bob was already cackling with glee. He didn't think he would have an excuse to test if he repaired this thing so soon. Less people on this quest just meant the loot wasn't going to be split as wide. This was a win win situation, and Bob was gonna come out on top.