You swing open the heavy barn doors which creak and moan in protest. Motes of dust eddy in the shadows as you peer inside. The large barn is surprisingly well kept and a distinct lack of animal odor tells you no one has used it for its intended purpose in quite some time. Straw crunches softly beneath your boots as you step inside, approaching the center where three bedrolls lie sprawled around an extinguished campfire with an empty iron pot hanging above. 

Behind you, Eren drives the giant draft horses through the vestibule until the wagon is fully inside. He hops from the seat, landing with a dull thud beside you. "Well," he says, hands upon his hips, "Let's hope the roof don't leak."

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Make a investigation roll. Higher than 12 and you find 50gp locked in a small chest buried beneath one of the bedrolls. 12 or lower and you miss this entirely.
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[center][u]Later that evening...[/u][/center]

An hour after sunset and the rain finally starts to fall in a gentle patter upon the roof. You did indeed find straw and even a bit of hay for the horses in the loft above. Eren finishes brushing down the untacked horses and, exiting their stall, makes his way over to the crackling fire. He sits with a groan and sigh, then rubs his hands together before checking on the stew he left simmering in the pot. "Ooh, that's good." He gives the pot a stir.

One of the horses nickers, its dark ears perking up. And then...

**Thud Thud Thud**

Eren jumps, nearly tipping the pot as his head whips in the direction of the barn doors. His furrowed gaze finds you as his hand slips toward the knife at his belt. He mouths the words, "More bandits?"

"Open up! Please, it's bloody cold out here!" A man's voice calls from outside.