Quin strode into the room to find Percy and ended up flopping both his person and his things on the sofa near his friend. At least he'd been able to do something, assess the damages a little, get his things. Next time he was bringing a box, though. Unable to truly sit still, he started folding the clothes and going through the things he had managed to rescue today.

"It's a mess. I can't tell how badly the rebuild is going to hit me just yet." Would they be able to restore the property he had now or would it require a completely new building? He wasn't sure he had the money saved up for either, but what could he possibly do without it? It wasn't as if he was going to continue to make any more money to solve the problem sitting on his ass doing nothing. "How's the leg?" It seemed the troll had been out to get the better of both of them.