[Roa_Aoife]

The smoke was starting to get to Roa. Thanks to her hard training she was easily able to grasp the large barrels, and in the cellar the smoke wasn't so bad. But down here she was beginning to fear a collapse. The structure of the first floor was fatally damaged and she didn't know how long the second floor was from falling. She would have turned down this task, but she also knew how damaging the ale would be if it caught fire. The man, Snaveling he said his name was, didn't seem nearly as affected from the smoke. Curse her allergy! well, she was managing. "We need help down here," he was saying. "Then carry that out on your way to get it," Roa replied hotly. It was after all, very warm down there. Instead he stopped, and sat down gasping. Roa narrowed her eyes dangerously. "Keep moving," she said quietly. He stood as though off balance, and ended up knocking down a pile of barrels. Roa was trapped.

"What are you doing?" she yelled, hating the tremor in her voice. "Oh dear. I am sorry. I shall go for help." With that he ran off. Roa had a sinking feeling he would not be back for her. How had gotten herself in this mess? She should have slept in. After a few moments of waiting, Roa hollared, "A curse upon you and all your kin if I die!" Then she set back to work. She had gotten herself in this mess- she would get hersself out. As she was searching for another exit, the smoke began to over take her. She stumbled and hit her head. Everything went black.