Molochio was in a better position than many others, spell wise. While he had sold all his channels and all but one of his cleric spells (at the temple of Abadar, who put him into their rotation for a small percentage of the proceeds,) he still had a good portion of his formulae left. Perhaps, if this were not so, he would have been more cautious. He had never seen a riot before (having been in the hinterland during the early days of the new regimen) so, against the advice of the innkeeper, he had gone out to see what this was all about. He found an out of the way rooftop ledge with a decent view of the surrounding streets, and watched as Westcrown went up in flames.
Or at least left him with negative hit points
Her-own-society
“Fascinating. I guess this is what a riot looks like”
And he hops down to start making his way home, just as the rains start to pick up.
Her-own-society
He is, in fact, still breathing when Naima’s searchers drag him to the temple of Abadar.
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