"I'm out." Andre had rapid fire shot his eight rounds of rifle ammunition, I'm sure he hit most of his targets, but it wasn't very encouraging he hadn't waited for them to at least try and get inside.
"Take my pistol, I'll use the crossbow."
"But its so small Nidget."
"Look its not the size of the pistol Andre!" I tell you people always make fun of my pistol, its very hurtful, damn tallies. Andre was about to make a comment back when I smelled smoke, I turned around and noticed that some of the errant shots had somehow set the bar on fire. It was then that I looked beneath the floor boards (because they had a lot of space between, poor construction people of Brownwater) and noticed all the kegs of liquor underneath. I also saw in what had to have been the dumbest decision ever, freaking black powder kegs as well, because why not I guess?
"RUN!" I screamed out, and Andre followed. You might think it a bit silly to run into the bullets your enemies are firing, and it was. But so is staying in a building to get exploded by some liquor black powder bomb left by an idiot (on a positive note this caused me to rearrange Trezlan's store stock a bit just in case). Hilariously the bandits were shocked by us running by they stopped firing, they probably would have resumed firing if the bar didn't explode behind them engulfing them in fire. The explosion tossed both Andre and myself all the way to the river bank, it quickly ignited the rest of the town and by nightfall it had all burned down.
"Somewhere Trezlan is laughing at us and he doesn't know why." I said it while also thinking that the stupid jerk was right the whole time. I hate when that happens. So there, that is what you were missing out on from Trezlan's poor story telling. Don't you feel enlightened?
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