Shay took a moment to catch her breath. And to survey the scene. And to feel the pain ebbing up from her toes. "Ahh..damn," she muttered. The bleeding had stopped, thankfully, but it would remain to be seen whether or not the rat had given her plague or something equally as unpleasant. She had plans, damn it! From her belt she unhook her blackjack and approached the rat. Her spell would only keep it knocked out for so long and she didn't need it waking up sooner than expected. With her helpless victim before her Shay leveled the blackjack right on top of the dire rat's skull.<br/><br/>Assuming it dealt with, the thief approached the safe and entered the combination with the dial. Six. Zero. Eight. She would only take what she came for. Part of herself thought she should just leave the inn high and dry, but if she was honest with herself, if she ran a business like this, she would have done the same. Gotta take advantage of situations when they appeared. Once Shay had her forty-five gold pieces, Shay would take out a spare cloth and wipe up her blood before gingerly making her way out the cellar. She would listen at trapdoor for any signs of movement or voices before making her move.<br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Auto-Crit on Helpless Dire Rat (correct?): 24 damage (all damage dice max)</span>