It wouldn’t be long before the others join you, thanks to Syfr sporting you and passing the message along to the others. They gather around the crack as Yorik carefully examines it. “Tight squeeze. Someone like Yer little friend dere, or maybe Cera and Kor, could fit. Not us though.” Yorik looked up towards the mill. “Something fishy about da mill though, an I’ll look into it. Y’all back me up.” Shortfang moves the board away and takes out his hand crossbow. “Shortfang gunna go through here, see what Shortfang find.”