Jakob straightens from his crouch and pushes the flaming arrows and corpses into the rat room with his foot, assuming the floor is made of wood, he pays special attention in his efforts to do so.
"Well, that was some rather honey-flavored revenge", he says simply, (and through a grin) as he does so.
"Justice is the Art of the Thief"
"Weapons and armor are for those who lack skill, Honor and courage"
~Drunken Monk to a Paladin in the tavern. No bystanders were harmed in the ensuing brawl~