It wasn't a sense of camaraderie, worry or concern for his friends that drove Azzen forward, no. It was a simple act of greed. He was quite content to just sit back and let the carnage unfurl in the next room until he realised what was happening. The spell, the light and now the smoke, fear that his belongings were in those barrels drove the bardic tiefling forward. 

Quickly assessing the room he would rush over to the fire and move any other flammable objects away from it.   
He wasn't concerned about getting too close, just minimising the damage. 


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