Rodetta heard the blast and wasn't sure if it was a direct hit or not, but she heard no screams of pain, so she assumed he was still alive. The lower deck was now on fire, the dry plankwood and cobweb covered barrels were now cloaked in heavy flames and it was spreading rapidly, even faster than the fire on the upper deck. Within seconds the whole floor was drenched in thick black smoke, and it was billowing up from the hole in the floor. The damage to the lungs and eyes of anyone down there would be substantial, not to mention the intense heat. Even Rodetta winced at the aggressively bad smell of the roasted old wood.

Rodetta didnt move from where she stood though, she was still trying to see if she could spot any movement although the smoke had obscured her vision, she quickly loaded another crossbow bolt behind her shield.

[i][color=ed1c24]Father doesn't let me in the kitchen anymore, I have a bad habit of [b]burning[/b] every meal I make.[/color][/i]