The tool bench had a thick layer of dust, it was rather empty, not even the usual odds and ends. Ameerah reached out to pick up a wooden mallet, but it was eaten from the inside out by borers. The next thing was a rubber mallet, useless as a weapon but could come in handy, she dusted it off and tucked it into her belt.

Turning her face slightly to the tall lady who now also stood by the table, she replied "not much here". There was a small rusted shovel, Aneerah picked it up and felt it's weight, she turned away from the bench and swung it in a chopping motion. Turning again to the woman she declared cynically "I hope there's something between than this inside". "By the way, I'm Ameerah" she announced, loud enough for everyone to hear.

Ameerah turned back to the bench and analysed it, maybe some timber could be broken off and used as a club, she scanned the area around the bench and under, maybe something useful had fallen off, to be found 50 years later.