Lance absently reaches out to place a steadying hand on Detlef's back, his own eyes still glued on the sight before him. He's interrupted only by Fiadh offering out the bag, which he takes and inspects, only to draw the same conclusion. He looks up at her, then to the little house.

Upon entering, a similar sight greets them: roots have come through the window and the floorboards to claim a second body, this one silent and immobile from what they can see. The cabin contains an assortment of weapons: blades mostly, little ones for cutting purses and bigger ones for killing, and the floor is littered with pieces of straps, buckles, bags taken and sorted through.

Highwaymen. Well. Ex-highwaymen.

After taking in this grim spectacle, Lance simply glances to Fiadh and backs out of the cabin again. "We should go," he decides.

Whatever happened here is not for them to understand.