Rucks had just returned from one of his forays into some far off ruins, he was actually having a pleasant day, despite not managing to find anything. As he coiled around trails and over hills he eventually saw a pillar of smoke coming from the direction of the town. He hoped it was nothing terribly large. As he neared the tavern where he usually stopped by for a drink he found out that this was not the case at all. Plumes of the dark smoke were billowing out of the building. 

Rucks stood there, head tilted to one side as he watched the events, the barman - Busker - was carrying people out of the flames. At least Rucks [i]THOUGHT[/i] it was Busker, he was too far away to be certain, but there was something slightly off about him, as he finally neared the building, only one thought crossed his mind, "Where in hell am I going to get my drinks now?".

He wasn't particularly bothered about the actual town being on fire, he rarely stayed in his apartment anyway and he was smart enough to keep the knowledge he has amassed somewhere else, in a semi-secret cave that he decided to dig out for them.

But no seriously, where was he going to get his drinks now?