Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained...

You have a thought, you know just a bit about forging from some apprentice smiths that come in to the restaurant sometimes and look hard at the forge to see how much the fire has burned down while untended: ~The smith's been gone about 10-20 minutes.~ You think, and try to figure out what that will mean for the adventurers. ~They will have to re-spawn, but that's quick for them, and then re-equip to pass through a raid, and then get back here from the nearest other town since this is a danger zone right now, so: we should have time.~ You conclude inwardly.

"Those adventurers probably wont be able to get back here for about five minutes at the inside." You state to your followers. "Let's grab what we can carry and split, they will blame other adventurers and whoever killed them. Spread out, each take an area, we will redistribute the spoils when we are safely away!" You command and your: ~Have to think of something better than 'followers' to call them.~ you think, who hasten to obey, some searching the shop, some grabbing items off racks and tucking them into the pocket of their apron or dumping out a coal scuttle to hold more, and generally making a mess while they loot the place.

It is well before your five minute estimate when you hear the sound of something or someone approaching from the direction of the nearest gate...