With all the damage, due to the fighting, having the inn collapse was bound to happen. With the structure giving inn, everyone tried to get out of the building. Tugrok thought about helping by stabilizing the roof a bit, but with his big hands he probably would have achieved exactly the opposite. So instead he moved away from the door so he wouldn't block their escape route. 

He watched the fleeing patroons and besides them the [i]'Spider'[/i] left the building as well along with the umber hulk or 'Bug' as Tugrok would say. It looked at Tugrok as it passed by, though he barely noticed and didn't think about it at all. 

A few moments later there was barely anything left that reminded of an inn. Not everyone could get away but most did, so it was fine Tugrok thought, although it was the groups fault this even happened.

He looked around looking for a familiar face and shortly after he saw Woggha and Grox, though he didn't notice the orc. Tugrok walked over and waved at Woggha with his ever so stupid grin on his face, when their eyes met. In the meantime the others of the group joined as well. 
[color=saddlebrown]"The previous issue still stands. Does anyone have any ideas on how we can make the elf, or whatever it is, speak without his head?"[/color] Elf? Without head? Gears set in motion and when it finally clicked Tugrok realised that this elf was Stride. [color=#4E78A0]"Elf was friendly elf, Tugrok liked friendly elf. Now Tugrok feels sad."[/color]
He didn't know the answer either, altough he could be one of the solutions to the problem, but he had not the slightest clue of the potential that was locked away inside him.