Ann
Dovie stood in front of the minautre, man made fort. It wasn't completely enwrapped, but vines and loose greenery were slowing coiling around the fort's outer edges. 

Dovie continued to stare at the broken wooden doors. There were small holes where he could peak inside and see the littered floor. He took a step forward, but stopped. He took a step backwards, and then stopped again. 

He's back to where he started, standing idly in front of the fort.
May
The Naga had been out and about on her own, spear in hand, as she explored her surroundings. It was nice being able to go out again with most of her work done, both on her new home and in general. 

Moving slowly, slithering between stones and trees, she approached the fort with curious eyes. Tilting her head she looked it over as she approached then slowly to a stop, seeing a figure standing before the doors, overgrown with moss as the woods reclaim the land.

She hesitates, hand gripping her spear before speaking quietly, "Excuse me?"
Ann
Hearing someone speak behind him, Dovie jolts up slightly. He slowly turns around, trying not to appear too alarmed or change his neutral expression. It was a naga armed with a spear.

"Yes?" He feigned innocence.
May
"Ah... Do you live here?" She asked, brows raised as she looked at him, tail coiled up beneath her. She didn't know who the man, or boy, was and frowned as she examined him, biting the inside of her mouth.
Ann
Dovie let out a sigh of relief, her tone didn't seem to be hostile. *But was the question geuinine or was it a test?* He thought about it for a moment. He had an urge to lie and say *Yes* So she'd leave and he could explore the fort to himself. But that'd complicate the situation if she knew the truth. 

"I don't know who'd want to live in an abandoned goblin fort. That's just *Asking* For jail time if a guard came by."
May
"Goblin fort?" She says, brows raised. She looked up at it, inching closer and putting her hand on the door. Her head tilts as she says, "What guard would care if we went in here though? Is it historical or something?"
Ann
Dovie cautiously steps aside as the naga touches the door. He watches her tail and bewares of the space in between them. 

"It's not historical, but it's most likely been claimed by the city. A group should've made their way inside to clear the fort of it's traps and possessions". He leans over slightly to peer through the hole again and sees random broken knick knacks on the floor, "But it doesn't look like they did a good job".
May
"Well.. *Should* Have," As she tests the door lightly, then slides the tip of her spear between the gap in the door to leverage it open and lift anything that may have barred it closed.

"Do they know about it though is the question," She says, grunting slightly and using her tail to dig in and force the door open, dust motes filling the air and hinges squeaking loudly. She coughs, covering her mouth.