[b][center][h3][i][color=746f6f]Nor[/color][/i][/h3]
[color=#746f6f]Location:[/color] 1F
[color=746f6f]Interacting with:[/color]N/A[/center][/b]
	Nor didn't need to be told to hurry up and get out, that'd been what he'd been doing the entire time that the tower had spent in decline. Of course, it was real easy to shout at people that they needed to move when they weren't the ones standing right there in the danger zone. Not everyone was batshit enough to just jump out the third floor of a building and end up fine. Nor did he have the long, gangling legs that the taller races had, yet he was still the farthest ahead to the exit of any of the party members, aside from the wee dire wolf and his dead master.

	Scratch that. He was now the farthest ahead of anyone not crazy enough to just hurl themselves out a window and hope for the best. But seeing Ash get crushed under a stone the was a roach would receive a boot was plenty more motivation to move his stubby legs even faster than they were moving already. The trouble was, with stone and debris constantly following his path, he constantly had to shift, dodge and juke around, which slowed his pace considerably than if he was just able to perform a normal, but balls to the wall sprint. Even with all that shit in the way, he was able to make it right in the doorway. Just another set or two and he would be in the clear.