Whatever that potion was, it was working. Tobias was feeling positively recovered after his nap under the table, and was helping himself to a hearty plate of on-the-house stew (being a hero had perks - he got it free and didn't have to steal anything). The jovial expression was returning to his face as he eyed a group of local girls, trying to find exactly the right words to tell the tale of his earlier heroism. Indeed, it seemed the worst was behind him, at least for today.

That was when the heard the hoofbeats pounding. [i]You have to be [b]fucking[/b] kidding me.[/i] 

Sana burst into the room, carrying something precious - the rogue caught a glimpse of blonde hair and saw that it was a child. She ran up the stairs and back down almost as quickly, and that was when Tobias heard it.

It was like nails on a chalkboard - it hurt just to listen to. "Give me the child!"

A child. Tobias could let men, women, dogs, cats, horses, dwarves, elves, orcs, and halflings die without guilt. Why was it always [i]children?[/i]

Tobias was out the door just in time to see Sana crash to the ground. It was out there, massive, riding some sort of demon-dog. If the rogue hadn't been so dehydrated, he was sure he would have peed.

The elf crashed out the window and faced the monster without fear, an actual smile on her face. For his part, the rogue stepped forward, a dagger in each trembling hand. His throat was dry, but he managed to choke out a statement. "Y... y... you're not getting any kids. Not while I'm here."