~Doomed to crumble, unless we grow~

There was enough vegetation on the top of the fence to save Erathun's hands from the sharp edges of metal, but as he balanced his palms on the uppermost length of wire and gave a little hop to bring his legs over, a sharp edge of rusted iron snagged his jeans. He shot an arm out reflexively as the momentum of the leap cast him off balance, hoping for a branch or well placed vine to arrest his fall.

Only the rush of empty air met his grasping fingers.

Rather than getting the face-full of leaves and dirt he'd expected next, Erathun's fall was interrupted by the broad, three-fingered hand of a troll sweeping down and catching against his chest. Zhenn'arh lifted him upwards in the next moment, giving Era just enough leverage to kick his leg free before being set down on the opposite side of the barrier. Without a word, the seven and a half foot troll cleared the obstacle himself with a springing step.

"Oiy, what's all the racket? This is the stealth part of the mission, we need to come in quiet!" Keedle had only just scrapped the sticky webbing from his face, and was currently trying in vain to fling the tattered silk from his fingers as he turned back to admonish the pair.

Era looked upward at the shadow of the troll beside him, then to what he could make out of the goblin that was now wiping his hands against his shirt. He could feel a sting in his leg where the wire had cut into flesh far more fragile than his natural draconic scales. Then there was the warmth of blood, minor as it was, absorbing into the itchy fabric of his pants. A quick flex of his healing magic would seal up the scrape, but his mind was caught in the crosshairs of Keedle's criticism, and he felt that same pulse of blood bring a flush of color to his face.

"Tripped up a bit by the fence, sorry boss." Zhenn'arh stepped past the kid, and in another swing of his legs, was bypassing Keedle to peer beyond the trees and towards their destination across the second field. "You say da smaller building?"

A scoff of noise came from the goblin, but he didn't further rebuke Zhenn. He scuttled forward instead, putting a hand against the colorful leggings of his much taller companion as a sort of anchor in the darkness of the timberline, and mirrored the troll's gaze across the meadow, "Yeah, yeah, the smaller one. We're about thirty minutes early, but there's a chance they're already there, knowing them." Keedle rose up on his tiptoes, trying in vain to better see past a line of barberries that matched his own height, "Spot any vehicles?"

With slow, cautious steps, Erathun edged up behind the pair. He'd had the focus necessary to flex his magic and tend to the cut in the quiet few seconds of reprieve that had been granted him, and now he joined the others in looking out across the field. There was enough scattered moonlight to see two distinct buildings, one appearing to be a two-story facility with several small windows dotted along its upper walls, while the second looked to be a smaller, single-level storage shed large enough to park a handful of vehicles in.