<em>Damn it...</em>Horatio was thinking to himself. He was going to try and save the money for that suit of plate mail he'd seen hanging in the blacksmith's shop earlier that day, but now it was pointless. However, always one to see the silver lining he wondered if this could count as his monthly donation to the poor...?<br/><br/>He was surprised by the outright violent display from the half-ogre and considered trying to heal the little one, but noticed it was too late. He simply said a prayer of faith in hopes the thief would be forgiven for his sins. Horatio keeps one hand on his pouch as he moves towards Jontom and slides behind him next to the magic-user... "I'm beginning to think it might be safer if we left this accursed establishment... After all, we have what we came for..." he suggests as he begins to scan the room for Happy.<br/><br/>