Bishop was putting an honest days work in for the first time in awhile and it felt good. It was a nice distraction to use his hands for something other than killing while working up a sweat. The rhytmic sounds of the forge were also fairly relaxing, it was too bad that his modifications were going so slow. To be fair he was somewhat new to this but all the same he hated to have to impose on these fine folks another day to finish up. The sound of the explosion sounded, ringing through the forge, Bishop's first instinct was to drop and cover but after noticing that the sound didn't come from the forge he dusted off his clothes and walked outside. The cloud of smoked drifted from the inn Bloody hell, what have those fools done now?

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Just to see if I can spot the man running away lol
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Casually strolling into the inn, Bishop shakes his head at the chaos ensuing people freaking out, hunched under tables and the inn keeper crying to himself behind the counter. Noticing his companions were not downstairs Bishop cursed aloud and walked up the stairs. Upon seeing the orc bent over half charred half elf Bishop couldn't help himself but laugh "That'll learn ya, working with chemicals, by the way the no eyebrow look doesn't suit ya."