Dwayne Likes Your New Plan
So, before y'all head back to the pub, clap yourselves on the back, "well done chaps!" kind of thing, I'll bring to your attention that Dwayne is following you, Brogg, on fire and yelling, out of the tomb. Cinder, great, you've got Running and two rounds so you're ahead of the game. Dave, you're in plate mail, so you can slowly move wherever you please.
I remember an adventure in Sarpagal, third campaign we did summer of '99 I think, in which this assassin guy picked off all five or six PCs because they fled into the woods at night, and slowly, due to progressive failures in CN and DX checks, they all separated. You burned Dwayne's book, not to mention his cloak and 'do and Dwayne himself, and he's rip-shit pissed. It's understandable. But guys? Good luck.