Now these morons really did it. One giant hole in the wall from an abomination was one thing. two giant holes in the walls in a clash of the titans was going too far. Add the fact that things were on fire, not Bob's fault. This was looking to be the perfect time, for a tactical retreat from all of this. No gem was shiny enough to make him stay here to be entombed by the very inn itself. Bob took the smartest action possible, ditch all of these poor excuse for teammates and save himself first. Making such a solid choice quickly, he easily got out of the inn. Still, that body could have good loot. It was a good thing, the orc was already grabbing it. No reason to be tempted, the body was still loot able later on.

Standing outside, the smoke of his gadgets mixing with the inn's smoke and fire. He turned around, no sign of the spider or ogre. If they died, just more loot and gems for him. No need to try and save anyone still. No one really looked very important or useful. Still, that spider could be a good fake friend. The gears in his head were already turning, he wasn't going to be sticking around unless he could convince someone he was fine. The spider seemed alright, and it even had a lumbering moron at his beck and call. Probably more work than tricking an ogre, but he was a meat shield more than anything. So, Bob just waited outside the building, seeing if anyone made it out as well. The orc came back out after retrieving Stride's body and head. Was that head drooling? Spit is conductive, he was already coming up with a plan for that if it was loot able.

[color=92278f]"Well, that's just perfect. I meet this so called group and you all managed to destroy an entire inn. Yes, I'm sure if that was say, an actual enemy or structure, we might be good at this. Also, I call dibs on the loot if anyone dies in there."[/color] Bob gave a smirk, not like the dead can object to it anyways. He wondered who would be bright enough to escape this disaster.