[Child of the 7th Age]

Hama of the Riddermark's post:

Hama stirred in his chair, the yelling of Hawthorne had awoken him, and he opened his eyes drearily, then he heard what she was saying..."Help, Help, the inn's on fire!' rang out clearly in his ears and it took him a second to comprehend the meaning...as soon as it was comprehended and his sleep-dulled mind realized that he had to help, he leapt up off his chair and dashed outthe door, hurling it against the wall with a loud bang. He raced down the stairs, trying to go quickly and trying not to his his head at the same time...

As he burst into the common room he saw Hawthorne shouting at the top of her voice and a few tears were in her eyes. She looked helplessly up at Hama...Hama shook his head and ran into the kitchen, barging the other people out of the way who were crowding around, trying to get a look at the blaze themselves, Hama took a step into the kitchen and recoiled. The smell was so bad and the smoke so high he coughed violently. He spotted the cooking pan on the stove and made towards it...

Seizing a towel off the sideboard he hurled it over the pan, but it simply incinerated in seconds. Hama coughed again, another idea formed in his mind...Seizing the pan by the burning handle he swung it round once and hurled it out of the window, it rolled down the garden, leaving a trail of burning oil, and eventually bounced onto the road, where it continued to burn violently. The trail of il on the grass soon went out, and let a high column of smoke climb into the air...

Hama cried out in pain, the oil had burned right through his leather gloves and burnt the palms of his hands, he clutched them at his waist and gritted his teeth. Looking around he saw several hobbits with bemused faces, and the burning wooden surroundings...the wooden beams had caught, as had a few of the wall posts...

Hawthorne poked her head round the corner gingerly...