Re: A Fireside Chat: Villhalas and Totmacher
The crowd had parted—perhaps scattered would be a more apt description—as Aine drove the fire-wagon up to the group consisting of Totmacher, Villhalas, Mustaches, and Soot-face. The fringes of the crowd surrounding the wagon continue to hang back a bit, unsure of the intentions of the grim-faced ranger holding the reins of the two horses. Elsewhere, individual members of the crowd are continuing to engage in the process of putting out the fire via bucket-brigade, while others are still continuing to watch the spectacle, content in their roles as observers. A few knots of people, however, are beginning to drift away to the north, speculating aloud as to what could have made such a noise. Most of the speculation is rather dire.
Totmacher takes advantage of the cleared space immediately surrounding the wagon, and leaps away in a run, calling back over his shoulder for the others to meet him. Members of the crowd leap aside from the sprinting, hulking half-orc with the same frantic energy they used to dodge the fire-wagon. A few are not so lucky, and the collisions do not slow Totmacher down, although they leave several people lying on the hard, earth-packed streets of Borderton in his wake.