A ruckus.

[Grayell]

The cages for the animals opened easily enough, there were just simply pins holding the doors closed.

However, as Skul made for the stairs, but three stairs up - something clenched on his leg with a snarl. Looking back, it seemed one of the animals was fighting for it's life and Skul was considered a threat.

[Skulldon]

Skul growled and gave the animal a good swift kick with the heel of his shoe.

Back off, pup.

He pulled some fire from the wall and lit up his hand, realizing he didn't look at intimidating sitting on the stairs.

[Grayell]

The pup had a strong hold on Skul's leg and didn't appear all to concerned by his warning. It yanked back, tugging Skul down those few stairs.

Skul could see the other creature was no threat - it's throat had been torn out, most likely by the same creature that now held his leg in it's jaws.

Yank again. Getting pulled into the room would not be a good move.

[Skulldon]

Skul kicked the dog again, holding onto the stairs with on hand to keep from being pulled down. The other held the ball of fire, which he fired at the beast's head as a bolt of searing purple. He let them out, and they repay him with this? He'd be dammed if he were pulling any punches.

[Grayell]

The beast was blasted in the face with the impromptu fireball and yelped, allowing Skul to yank his leg out of it's mouth. It was pawing at it's face, roaring in pain - but Skul could shoot up the stairs.

The stairs lead upstairs to a rather plain room, a table and some chairs, some crates and nothing much of interest. The smoke on the ceiling was building rapidly and flames were beginning to lick this way and that. The windows were blazing with fire now and the door, open as it were; was also on flames. The furniture was done for and the building wouldn't last much longer.

[Skulldon]

Skul made sure that there was no one inside; if there wasn't, then this whole trip would have been for naught. Any upstairs? Anything at all?

[Grayell]

Nope, no one inside. No upstairs. It appeared the only threat here was nothing other than the fire which threatened to consume this entire street and likely injure more people.

[Skulldon]

Skul stared for a moment, dumbfounded, gritting his teeth. Every single time his conscience got the better of him it betrayed him in the next second. He ducked out of the burning building, trying to stay out of sight.

On the way out he nearly killed some passerby with a firebolt. His rage fumed, and his skull smoked a little. He headed west, out of the city, looking to burn off his rage.

[Grayell]

(Well the end then I suppose!

You get 5 acclaim but bailed out without any gold!)