Barns finds Roscoe sitting on the edge of a ruined fountain, arms still locked in their casts, his usual energy dulled. The night is thick and clammy, as the unnatural cold which overtook Dimartino yesterday lingers and persists. Though the kingdom is in a momentary peace, the air still carries the weight of the battle that tore through it just a day before.
Barns, alone, bid farewell to his companions just moments ago - Absalom, Eldrie, and Osmond all gone their separate ways. Now, as the hero approaches Roscoe, it's nearly midnight. It's unlike the boy to be out and about so late.
Roscoe looks up as Barns approaches, and his face lights up despite his exhaustion. "Barns!" His grin is wide, unshaken even in the face of pain as he greets his hero. "Another day in the books, huh? I can…hardly believe it…"
Barns folds his arms, looking over the wreckage of Dimartino Castle. It's functional - Clancy's kaiju statue holds everything firmly in place - but visually it's a wreck.
