This thread will be used to describe the events (if any) inside the warehouse.
This message was last updated by the GM at 15:20, Tue 16 Dec 2003.

Don opens the door to the Warehouse in a hasty manner and makes a quick look of the building. If there is any people in there that doesn't seem to have heard about the fire, Don shouts it to them. If there are more than a few people he doesn't scream, and instead makes Mr Nelson aware of them.

The inside of the warehouse has been divided up by ropes into about 100 stalls. Presently there are around 20 horses here although tack for around 80 can be seen. Presumeably, the other 60 are out grazing.

There are roughly a dozen soldiers here that were tending to the horses, mucking out stalls, or maintaining the equipment. At present they are quickly finishing what they were doing, or securing the horses and moveing to see what is happening outside. One calls out a few questioning words as Don enters. [Private to Donnachaidh: Please roll d10 for a Language: Polish check]

The building is aproximately 20 x 50 metres in size. In addition to the doors in the west side, large vehicle doors are in both the north and south walls and another 2 personell doors in the east wall directly oppisite those in the west. There are a few bales of hay in the north east corner and 3 wagons are parked in the north west corner.

"Feureish stradjii machtash"

Don responds the question in a confident, yet hasty manner, and quickly turns to tell Mr Nelson about the many soldiers.
[Private to GM: Hopefully they speak this kind of Polish in the mountains at the border to Slovakia, or somewhere else, for that matter. Donnachaidh rolled 9 using 1d10. Polish in the stables]

Don does not understand the words the soldier said to him. You do however have an idea that he is interested in either what is happening, who you are, or what are you doing here.

As stated before, Don shouts fire, to the questioning man.

The soldiers appear to be suspicious until Don calls out fire. At the sound of these words, a look of dread crosses their faces and they rush to the west doors to peer out. Five go to the door you are at, the rest to the north. Andy recognises one of those at your door as a member of the patrol that captured him.

Do they recognise him?

The Sergeant Major ducked back from the doorway in an attempt to avoid recognition.