A careful, if rushed retreat leads you
down the stairs
|aww, I wanted you to jump out the window again |
again easily enough, and leads you outside. Immediately you are approached by three people, the woman from before, the Cleric, and a massive Orc. The Orc, with a suprisingly gentle hand, takes the limp body of the youth from you, and lays him on the ground. There is a tence moment when the cleric momentarily hesitates and glances at the Orc, then continues on with his work. He listens at the boy's chest for a heart beat, poking and proding around his singed flesh.
Behind you, the fire rages on, and the people work to contain it. The woman walks up to Megara, but addresses you both. "Thanks be to you both, for helping get these people out." She hands you a water skin "rest here now; there's work to be done, but we can handle it." Then, with no time for more chat, she rejoins the tireless water brigade.
The two of you stand in a town square, covered in water and soot and full of people, most of whom are helping, or waiting to be told how to.