"Some people!," Jamethiel said as she stared at the pile of rubble that was the keep, "I can't believe it! He'd just go and blow up an entire fortress just because everyone knows where it is!"
     Bob stood there, on a rock, and watched the dust slowly settle down. He stood there, shaking his head, thinking,
     "I knew he'd do it, but I didn't think he'd do it so soon." It was really starting to turn into a measure of Gringitos patience.
     Jamethiel saw Bob standing there and went over to him,
     "Do you know why he did that?"
     "Yup"
     "Why? It was a perfectly good place."
     "How would you like it if all of a sudden you had all the males sleeping, eating your food and drinking your wine, generally making life hell, living in a place that was at one point peaceful and quiet? How would you feel if you had to treat all the males by feeding them and providing a 'clubhouse' for them? AND you had  no control?" Bob asked her as he went down the rock and started heading  for what was left of the keep.
     "All rubble!," Bob stood there, "What the hell am I supposed to do now!? I don't have anyone to work for, no one to try new recipies on, I only have a fraction of my cookware and Gringito is nowhere to be found!"
     Bob was really frustrated. He decided to go to his little hole in the ground. His home until he found new work or a new place to live.He sat down on his bed and pondered.
     "How could he do this? He put so much time into making that place his own. He spent so much money to buy the steel and the marble and the crafters!"
     Bob was upset so he went back out to go and sift through the rubble. Maybe he'd find something to use in his own little hole.
     "Bob! Why are you here?!" Pumbaa asked.
     "I should ask the same of you. I'm here because I lived here."
     "Well I lived here too,. . ." Pumbaa started
     "NO! You invited yourself here! You used it as a boys' club! I know for a fact that Gringito was getting really fed up with all of you!" Bob yelled at Pumbaa
     "Bob take it easy. If Gringito wanted us to leave he would've asked us to leave." Pumbaa said as he climbed up the pile of rubble.
     "Wrong Again! Gringito knew your situations. He would never kick anyone out! Especially when they're his friends! He didn't want to blow up the keep. But he had no choice. First it was me, but I gave back You guys just came over and stayed here. You know it was  probably because of all you guys that did this! It didn't help any that Lothar left that map in his bedroom either." Bob could see that Pumbaa wasn't going to accept the blame for this so he gave up.
     Bob climbed up on the rocks to try to find anything, a knife, a helmet, one of the enlisted men. But with no success. He found a few pieces of the stone griffins and the doorknob from the inside door. Bob left feeling a little alone. He went and sat on a nearby rock and started a fire. Bob looked at the collapsed mountainside.
     "Wait a minute! The keeps' great hall didn't start for another 50 feet!"
     With a surge of hope Bob went running towards the keep.He remembered that Gringito had only destroyed the main entrance, and not Bob's secret entrance. The only other way out was the river. When Bob got to his own entrance, he saw that it was still fully intact.
     "Yes!" Bob yelled and ran down into the darkness. Only he knew which paths to take, and since the entire length of the corridors were pitch- black and only big enough for one person. Bob went in and found the keep to be dark and smokey. Bob lit a torch to see around, but there wasn't too much to see.
     "I'll be damned!," Bob said as he opened the ventilation doors," the man only demolished the entry way! He must've known that I'd be looking for stuff!"
     Bob walked around to the kitchen where he lit his fire pit ablaze. This filled the kitchen with light and spilling some ove rinto the great hall. Bob went out into the great hall and lit some more torches. He saw that only a protion of the great hall had been destroyed. Bob finally had the chance to explore the keep in detail.
     First he went to Gringito's chambers and lit a torch. He saw a piece of paper rolled up on a box of freshly rolled cigars.The tag on the paper was addressed to Bob.
     Bob unrolled it and found a note.
     "Bob,
          Here's the layout the of the keep. I've put the location of secret rooms as well as  the weaponry and
       storeroom on the map as well.
          You may use any of the items you find in the keep.Help yourself to the cigars, and  weaponry.
          I have one thing to ask of you though, don't let anyone talk you into rebuilding  the keep. I don't want
       lot's of people in here and I certainly don't want the main entrance  rebuilt. Remember only you and I
       know of the secret entrances. I don't know about where  your entrance is so keep that as your main
       entrance.
          I will be back to help, but no sooner than 2 years from now. All proceedures for  maintaining the
       keep are in the books on my shelves.
          The enlisted men are not to be let back into the keep. Kill them if you must. The  keep is now yours,
      until I get back, Enjoy
                                                                - Gringito Noshadow"

     "Well then, my keep. What to do, what to do. Well I'll start by cleaningup the great hall."
     And that's what he did. He took as much stuff back to the keep as possible that night. He made the executive decision to have it appear that he was living at the hole in the ground.
     The next day Bob woke up at his hole in the ground with Pyrros, Ba'al and Pumbaa staring at him.
     "Bob, you really should look into getting a more secluded home." Ba'al said as he walked towards the fire pit to start a fire.
     "How did you find my home and why aren' t there any more guild members here?"
     "Well Ba'al just had to follow the trail of silverware from the mountain rubble.And because we don't want you to do the same as Gringito." Pyrros said.
     "Listen Pumbaa, I'd like to apologize for what I said yesterday, I didn't mean to snap at you I was just really mad." Bob apologized as he started to cook some meat.
     "Not a problem Bob. I figured that the combustion of gunpowder on the interior of your home might have a disconcerting effect on your emotional well- being. I decided that the best thing for me to do was just play like I didn't care."
     The room fell absolutely quiet with the threesome standing there dumbfounded, staring at Pumbaa.
     "Where did you learn to speak like that?!" the three asked almost in unison.
     "Simple, I'm not surrounded by people who care about the same old thing."
     Later that day Bob went back to the keep and started cleaning again. First cleaning out the kitchen and then the guest quarters. By the end of the day the great hall was cleaned(?) and all the quarters were spotless(!). Bob sat down at the large marble table and stared at the keep map.
     "Let's see, tomorrow I'll go down there and then there. But first I'll find that passage. . . "
     Bob went back to his hole in the ground, it wasn't that far. Just as Bob was about to fall asleep someone would drop by and wish him well. All of the visitors left something: food, money, clothing, none of which I reall needed. The last of the visitors was the Shanir.
     "Bob do you know when he' ll be back?"
     "Nope"
     "Do you care?"
     "Yup"
     "Why? He left you here, destroyed the keep and didn't pay you your last of money."
     "That doesn't matter, besides he left me something better than any payment."
     "What's that?"
     Bob just smiled at her
     "Tell me what he left you!"
     "Nope he made me promise that I wouldn't tell anybody."
     "He told you where he went! Didn't he?! Oooo I knew he'd do something like that!" Jametiel stormed out of the hole in the ground.
     Bob stood there with a smile and said to himself
     "Nope, you' re wrong. He left me the keep."
     So Bob smiled now every time he saw her near the keep. He knew that she would try to get the info from him but it wouldn't work. Bob waited anxiously, spending time at both locations. Making sure to keep the keep a secret, the way it's supposed to be.