The gaps in the stones aren't wide but picking at the aged mortar with the point of the sword eventually clears a few chunks out that gives Fifth Firebird enough space to wedge a pinion into the gap as long as she's willing to punch a hole through her blanket, or at least tie it carefully enough to keep it holding. It's not easy going though, this place really was built to last.<br/><br/>The drum of rain landing outside means the Golaith got his firewood in just inside as it begins to pour down heavy and hard, a constant hiss as the edge of the roiling clouds begin to spill into the valley itself. Shapes are still visible through the haze of water vapor kicked up by the downpour and three of those shadows burst out of the downpour and into the room. One of the new arrivals was a tall woman with a deep blue skin and the points of horns poking out of the hood of a pristine white rain-cloak with gold edging. The water just sloughs off her as she looks down to her three companions, far shorter than her and with only two wooden shields as protection from the rain, two kobolds in simple chainmail shirts and padded leggings shake their heads off like dogs while holding a third kobold between them. The third kobold looks really worse for wear, unconcious and with no sign of a shirt at all, their chest is charred half black and one arm is more of a ruined charred stub, any sign of a hand completely gone. Their only sign of life is a rather disconcerting breathing that sounds like a blade running fast over cobblestones.<br/><br/>The tiefling pushes back her hood and looks between the Tabaxi and the Golaith and narrows her silver eyes.<br/><br/>"I trust we're welcome to share this shelter?"<br/><br/>