[Kransha]

Toby ran through the mayhem, scurrying strangely as he went. After his proclamation, all attention had turned to the ruin, which seemed to be brimming with those who’d moved in to quell the blaze. The elder was annoyed that the spotlight had left him, but it gave him a chance to consider how to continually promote his ideals among the people around him. He didn’t bother trying to continue his oration, knowing that no one would be stupid enough to listen to him when such important matters needed tending to. He decided to whatever he could to remain on the stage, still in the spotlight.

He saw Valthalion, the man he’d accused of starting the fire, with a woman heading towards the inn. He had nothing else to do, at least in his opinion, so he made a decision. The rodent-reminiscent hobbit clamored awkwardly towards the two of them as quickly as his stumpy legs could carry him. He was directly behind them in an instant, hoping fervently that their senses of hearing were not very acute. It wouldn’t be dire if they noticed him, but he preferred to be unnoticed when he was “working.” He walked behind them, flitting about as quietly as he could in the footsteps of his possible victims, still walking ahead.

He was nearly soaked to the bone at this point, grey-brown hair plastered to his face and his vision blurred from the downpour. He pulled his overcoat and cloak up, bundled around his shoulders, and skittered along, waiting for something to happen that would serve as an adequate distraction or point of interest.