"Nah. Not really..."

He shrugged, laughing slightly nervous. The Scholar definitely wasn't a mobber. Never was and probably will never be, but he had his brother for that job anyway. Lifting his hands he started casting a small fireball in between his hands, sending it in the direction of the mob that was burning away, while watching the flames turning into the alley.

"You're right... Is something in this alley too?"