[Kransha]

From inside, Tobias could tell that the deadly blaze was definitely restricted. He was able to avoid it easily, despite coming dangerously close to some cordoned off fires that clung persistently to the tables and chairs. After years of constant pipe-weed imbibing, Toby Hornblower was not averse to having his lungs slowly filling up with smoke, even though it was bothersome. He made his way conservatively through the wreck and began scanning the area for any unnoticed valuables he could nab for himself.

After less than a few minutes, he’d adeptly collected what could be collected and flitted, with surprising quickness for a hobbit of his age, out of the wreckage. He wasn’t sure if he was spotted going in or out, but, just to be on the safe side, he quickly donned the façade of being one of the traumatized inn-goers. He quickly scurried towards the road, noticing as drops of rain began to fall on and around him. At least it would assist the putting out of the fire somewhat, although it was now mostly out.

Toby sat down briskly on the now rain-soaked grass and pulled his cloak tight around him, concealing some large and prominent bulges in his coat pockets were he’d stuffed silverware and utensils of sorts. No one would notice the loss of these things in the fire’s dramatic aftermath, and he could use them for his own purposes when he got back to Longbottom. He took out a few of the charred items, admired them with a keen and shrewd buyer’s eye, and astutely stuffed them back into the innards of his clothing, glancing around nervously as the rain’s strength increased.