"You're right.  It was a bit safer in the loft."  Not that it would have slowed down a gang very long, but he could understand it was scary for her being alone.  He only knew some of what she was blocking out and that was bad enough.  He reached out a hand and grabbed hers helping her off the ladder.<br/><br/>He handed her his knife, a big sharp hunting knife.  "Here, you'll need this.  I gutted them, but I didn't skin them.  Try to get the skins off in one piece."<br/><br/>He was thinking of curing them.  Although that he'd need chemicals for that.  And what about clothes?  "My armor is in good shape, my clothes could use repair... but we're going to have to go in to Briar Rose.  There are too many things we need.  Hopefully we can find me some good clothes there.   Make a good meal.  After it we'll move closer to town find someplace just outside town to camp."<br/><br/>He gathered wood for a bit, easy enough to do in a wooden barn that was falling apart.  He organized it into a fire as Marie took care of his kills.  He noticed she knew how to turn a dead animal into a meal.  Somehow he doubted she learned that before WWIII.  So she remembered some things.  Did she understand how dangerous going into a town would be?  There was a good chance there were armed men in the town.  Men who would gladly kill him and take her as their slave.