Chani and Wu Tse both ran to Syra's side. They had ignored the fighting, instead focussing on what exactly in the room they could pilfer when it was all over.
"Oh, Syra, damn those beastly 'friends' of ours! It's clear you made new, proper friends in here." exclaimed Chani as she hugged Syra and subtlely peered over her shoulder at an expensive looking tinsel garland.
"Uh, Yes, Yes, Chani is right." said Wu Tse in an over loud, over-concerned voice, cottoning on to Chani's ruse. "We should all ignore them for some time to come." She too ran and hugged Syra and Chani, taking stock of the lovely shiny box of decorations near the stage.
Stamm and Alex watched with fascination at the triumvirate of ladies in their embrace. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" grinned Stamm, raising his eyebrows. Alex, now disgusted with himself for having butchered two innocent actors, turned away muttering "Sick blond oaf..." under his breath.
Finally, Syra let go of the other girls and pulled herself together. "You are all sick beasts, but seeing as you've ruined my plans to be Queen of the Christmas Play, I shall have to leave this place of death and find a new meaning in my life. If that means rescuing that cock Chaos, so be it." She gathered her things and walked slowly out of the room.
Quickly, the rest of the gang collected the loot they had all been eyeing up: Some expensive tinsel, a box of gold baubles, a can of 3-in-1 easing oil, a rubber duck, 6 packets of Polos and a rather large broad sword.
Now continue your journey at 51.