The team spent some time working through the warehouse where the earlier altercation occured. This warehouse also contained tools, nails, screws, nuts, bolts and so on. Along the rear wall they found several shore boats sufficient for fishing or reconnaissance missions. Unfortunately, though some of the boats were covered in sail cloth none have escaped the ravages of whatever disaster struck. None are without the kind of damage that makes them unseaworthy.

As they worked, clouds must have rolled in above the fog for rain began first to patter on the roof, then drum. Finally, it drained away.

Rising from studying one of the ships, Maggie dusts filthy hands on her jeans and rises, "Well... Interesting stuff here. But, nothing edible, sadly. Ready to move to the next one?"

Lucafrase *looks up from sorting boatworthy pieces to her own-- ahm-- 'drum,' I suppose.* "... there's a next one? I'll be busy for a week with all this!"

Kerf has parked the box of wooden cleats outside the shipwright's warehouse unit so Lucafrase knows where to find the rest of the exciting nautical paraphernalia. He seems curious about the young tool enthusiast, but his focus moves back to the all-important hunt for provisions. "Yes. Maggie.. about that strange encounter. Do you suppose that means there are other inhabited clearings about the city, with their own lively folk pushing paths through the fog as we are? Those two couldn't have been from our section of the Lower City.. either the way to the warehouses would have been clear or you would have noticed them by now, don't you think?"

Maggie nods to the others, turning to begin to head toward the door. She considers Kerf's question and the implications. When she begins to speak, her voice is low, words a bit haulting, "That was... sad." She does offer Luca and Kerf a slight smile then begins anew, "I don't know, Kerf. But that would make sense. It is not too likely that they are from here, unless there is something different here. Something that allows people more... life? Mobility?" Shaking her head, she opens the door leading out to a dripping, sparkling afternoon. "Let's look for some mechanism keeping a warehouse cold. Maybe."

Lucafrase hops down, reluctant. "Have we encountered friends? Or are they all adversarial?"

Kerf steps out with them, frowning. A refrigerated unit? Could that be possible without the creative application of arcane or shadow-born Begman technology? He offers a slight shrugging gesture for fact he has personally found neither new friends nor adversaries, then moves off to an intersection of the warehouse district. There, he pauses in silence to listen for the telltale hum of machinery.

Maggie shrugs a bit, "I don't know that they would have been adversarial with a different approach." She looks uncomfortable, turning to follow Kerf. Looking down one aisle, then the other, "Oh, well. Maybe there isn't machinery. Maybe one with thicker walls to account for insullation. Something that makes it stand out."

For the most part, the warehouses are uniform in size and construction. Then again, there are two toward the end of one row that have a studier look to them. From this distance, they might be made of stone.

Lucafrase nods? "If they're storing ice, it's often packed in hay--" she offers, craning her neck to check for evidence of straw on the boardwalk?

Kerf nods, not having heard anything mechanical going on in the background. He pauses over the idea of there being stored ice. "Let's hope this area hasn't been sitting defogged for long - or the units picked over by denizens, friendly or not. As we've seen around Martha's neighborhood, once the freshness seal is broken, things start to decompose at a typical rate." As they wander down the row toward the perhaps-stone buildings, he glances up at the unit numbers or any name indication of the shipping companies which claimed the space for use. Anything vaguely... foody. "Topher Bulk Wholesale... Uncle Bob's Spicery... Petzaganza... Ah - GraceCan Manufacturing and Distribution." He pauses in front of the last one.

Walking slowly with the others, Maggie gives a cursory examination to most of the warehouses, her gaze lingering on the one claimed by the Spicery. Maybe? Making a mental note to check into it later, she turns when the GraceCan company is mentioned. Hurrying to catch up, she looks down the langth of the warehouse, then across the front, "If this has what we are looking for, and if everything is canned..." She leaves the rest to the imagination, "Lucafrase, want to try the lock again?" Her left hand lifts to search for another bobby pin in her hai while the other gestures to the door. This time, they are facing a roll-down affair large enough for two reasonably sized wagons to enter abreast.

Lucafrase nods. "... yeah, alright." She takes whatever Maggie will hand over. To Kerf: "I mean, a lookout-- do we need to bother? Will anyone come if our backup plan is just to peel the door off?"

Kerf looks thoughtful. "If we do have to make a racket of it, so be it. It's not as though we intend to keep anyone who wants food from getting some," he says, but nonetheless he agrees to walk around and see if anyone is lurking nearby.

Lucafrase rolls with advantage 0 at difficulty 15, using Repair.
The result is a failure.

Maggie nods to what is said. "If this is food and if it is full, there is a lot to go around." She glances after Kerf as he heads off, then turns back to Luca. She passes over several bobby pins in case more than one is needed.

Lucafrase rolls with advantage 0 at difficulty 15, using Repair.
The result is a failure.

Lucafrase rolls with advantage 0 at difficulty 15, using Repair.
The result is a failure.

Lucafrase goes through a couple bobby-pins, again, growing increasingly frustrated and cursing colorfully into the pier-boards.