Viccus Verringtail beheld the whole spectacle from a sticking up and slightly smouldering beam from the collapsed inn. It was quite something. In fact it was just too shocking to hide from, and anyone who looked his way would see an aghast rat staring at all the proceedings.

Maybe what this band of misfits needed was a leader, someone to give direction and bash heads to end conflicts. Obviously that leader wasn't Viccus, but from where he stood right now he wished some sort of leader would come along soon