Ning picked the three out of the burning building and tossed them outside. He had some inkling that whatever was happening to them was not that different from what had happened to the two drows. He scanned the room, a little thankful that the walls had held up surprisingly well. The two other apartments on either side of his were still standing.
Fire crackled wildly, the roaring of flames loud enough to drown almost everything, but Ning could still hear more people outside, attempting to come in.
He walked out and saw what awaited him. Nearly 50 people were gathered outside, two of whom stood with a bazooka in their hands. The stairs were filled with more people coming toward him, each one looking more frenzied than the last.
There was no rhyme or reason to what race was in there. Ning could see almost everyone, from someone as tiny as the gnomes to someone as massive as the Dragonborns.
The door next to him opened, a surprised young couple walking out.
