Ignoring the biting cold, the pair move over to the charred out doorway and are surprised to see a man wearing heavy winter furs standing in a pair of open double doors across the forty foot room.

[Votin, Tillak, and Malak roll initiative.]

1d6: 1!

Malak has the initiative. The 2 exhausted men present themselves in the charred out doorway. Their armor is covered in soot and grime, but they wear little insulation beneath, and no coats or caps. In the split second before Malak acts, he wonders how it is even possible they survive these first days of NIGHTFALL so unclad. And as the waning rays of the low sick Helios set behind him giving way to the steady fall of sleet   - he knows they will not survive this frigid night without warmth.

What does Malak do?

Votin raises his shield and axe, warily he answers,

"What ho? We were not expecting man, just beasts...

Traveler, how do you make your way here? In the wilderness?"

"Yes, this place is frigid and filled with wretchedness." Tillak assists with the building of the fire.

My name is Malak.

Votin appreciates the fire and rations passing one to Tilliak while warming himself,

"Perhaps we should make sure this area is safe, the fire may attract unwanted company."

Votin moves around the inner areas to make sure all is secure and looks for a way to fortify in case of attack.
 

Tillak accepts the meat. "How long have you been here, brother? What brings you to this place?

"I share a similar quest, my [insert forgotten relative here] was kidnapped by feral beastmen."

bald_headed_yeti wrote:

Votin appreciates the fire and rations passing one to Tilliak while warming himself,

"Perhaps we should make sure this area is safe, the fire may attract unwanted company."

Votin moves around the inner areas to make sure all is secure and looks for a way to fortify in case of attack.
 

The snow flurries thicken, falling through the burned out roof. Sizzling as they hit the warming flames.

As the men gathered at the fire between the rows of wooden pews and the raised dais talk, Votin considers what to first explore:  The melted golden harp in the corner, the reams of sodden papers littered about, the wooden pews, the raised dais, outside the double doors?