| Dendemille Town | Morning |
Despite the barn doors being closed the space inside was the same bitter cold that haunted the rest of the town. The lack of a breeze did little to stifle the cold, instead allowing the muster smell of old hay and alfalfa to linger thickly in the air. The floor had a layer of dust on it, surely straw dust and dirt alongside literal dust, but it was free snow and moisture. Though Green search the same as the rest of them her gaze kept sliding back toward the blood that smeared the dust on the floor and a spot where it collected the most. The creature had been resting, recovering, and surely did not welcome their unannounced visit. Its continued silence instead of panic could be to their benefit; if it hoped they would not notice it then they may not need to disturb one another.
Green turned her gaze forward once more. They needed to stay aware, it was prudent they did, but their other task still took precedence. Walking around in the enclosed space felt strangely foreboding, likely due to the very real knowledge they were being watched, but Green remained focused on her task. The barn was dirty but not in disarray; neglect and disuse showing stronger than any rummaging or scuffles. Spare axles and tires, a rack with a bunch of well loved shovels, hoes, scythes, and rakes, spare work boots who no longer had a master. Scrunching her face with a grunt Green knew none of these things would benefit them, though the tools may be helpful in a pinch.
Turning away from then she passed a open face divider, and glances at what used to be hay-bales in the corner. While they were protected from the elements the years had broken down their form and degraded their binds, making for a disconcerting pile of straw. A wonderful insulator, and one she was shocked had not been plundered from this place. Not what were here for. A pitchfork was resting to the resting to the side of the heap, another weapon she realized uncomfortably.
"Nothing here. Anything on your end Green?" Jack asked, his fuzzy voice ringing over her translator and forcing her to turn away. "Nothing edible." She remarks dryly. With her search fruitless so far she changed course to move toward Drake. He stared vacantly at decaying ladder, its wooden slats separating and showing the worst wear they had seen so far. Though filled with miscellaneous supplies anyone could see this was a small barn by their standards. Most dual story barns were built was a ramp set of stairs, but this one did not have the size to accommodate them and featured the outdated ladder system more suited for its size. An annoyance, to say the least, as any properly stored items would be up above.
"Climbing isn't going to work. The ladder's pretty much going to break the minute someone steps on the first step. Maybe one of us can climb up on the tractor. Unless someone has a better idea." With a rough exhale Green stared up to the dim loft, any spoils hidden by the angel and shadows. Placing a hand on the damaged stairs she could feel the rotten woods lack of integrity. With a sharp turn of her head she locks her sights on Jack and Kolven, the pair exploring but coming up equally as empty handed. "Im sure you two would be fine." She decrees, singling them out. Scurrying rats and agile cats would make quick work of a ladder, and their lightweight shouldn't overburden it.