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."