As Timble inspects the room, he sees that things here are in disrepair as well, but that this place isn't nearly as old as the one he just came from. In fact, there was no dust and misuse hanging about this place. This house had had parts of it simply knocked in by something. He even spotted a place of the stone floor in the corner that had been cracked and caved in by something roughly the size of his torso, and... what was this... droplets of dried blood?

As the remainder of you step outside, you find yourselves in a large grassy yard, of sorts, surrounded by thick, green, high hedges all around. You see what you think, at first, to be a patio complete with a long table. When you look closer, however, it appears that this area was once a part of the manor house... though the walls had been knocked down. The chimney from the hearth still stood off to one side, sitting strangely alone as if a scolded child put in the corner. The table, by stark contrast, was set for a celebration from the look of it, complete with tankards, plates, bowls, and eatery for at least a dozen people. However, you saw no guests. You do, however, see two individuals talking quietly off to one side. When Skrib begins strumming his lyre, he seems to stop after a few... distracted chords, which causes the two people to cease their conversation and look in the direction of your collective group.

Both of them look quite shocked to see you, as no doubt you are to see them. The taller of the two is a wide-eyed human, dressed in light armor and wearing a dinged-up helmet made of bronze.
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The second is a small-sized... rabbit? Yes, yes indeed. He appears to be a white rabbit in clothing. The same clothing, in fact, that the albino halfling you had been following was wearing.
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Both of them move their hands to their weapons.