Randy shakes his head in annoyance. "Too much smoke and fire." he sighs.  He turns to Tinker with a wry smile. "We're in your hands to guide us aright, sir!"  He puts out a hand "The name is Randerwaith, but everyone calls me Randy." 

Dornikal shrugs and calls,

"Dumathoin guide ye to where there is work to be done. See ye there."

He starts following the path of the hellhound, scooping up his javelins along the way.

Tinker takes the offered hand delicately, giving a gentle shake, "I am known as Tinker.  For the sake of preventing further spread of fire, I will assist you to the best of my abilities."

Randy gives a grateful nod of the head, gestures to the dark alleyways. "Then after you, sir."

Tinker's large figure turns and starts moving for the next street over, hoping to find a flame-free path.  "Do you plan to accompany us, Longarr?"

Ulmwin swoops through the smoke, the heat stinging his eyes as he coughs, and loses his sense of direction, almost plunging headfirst into the street, pulling up at the last moment just to bodily crash into wooden shutters that elicit a startled shriek from within.

Randy and Tinker make introductions, while the guards, with the hellhound threat neutralized for this street at least, mobilize, knocking on doors and urging people to evacuate.

"Sure, I've got yer back Tinker. Longarr Mossbeard, pleased ta meetcha!" he swishes about with the long chisel blade. "We can cut through the alley up the block." 

As  you move, there is a shadow of movement overhead, followed by a hiss of steam as the light of the fires dim slightly. You hear the town guard and the evacuating citizens cheering, as you move into the dark, cool alleyways.

Tinker and Longarr are able to guide Randy and Coljin to the far side, where they are able to circle around and reach the other side, relieved not to see a singed dwarf.  Ulmwin, still recovering, manages to wipe his eyes and regain his bearings, spotting Randy and Coljin along with two townsfolk below.

((I would think they'd be concerned not to see a singed dwarf waiting on the other side!))

((well, relieved not to see a lifeless singed dwarf lying on the cobbles, concerned that they don't see a waiting Dornikal))