Like he was supposed to know? "Not friendly," was Brooklyn's answer, also giving the shed a once over. He'd half expected to run in only to find something big, ugly, and man-eating awaiting them on the inside. He was especially glad this wasn't the case.
From the looks of things, this was a simple gardening shed. It seemed a bit too ordinary for a place that could turn gargoyles human and was home to the occasional monstrous critter. All the same, he wasn't going to complain. Gardens required tools to be kept neat, after all.
Glancing over the shelves, he hefted down a shovel, getting a feel for it in his new human hands. He wasn't used to using any sort of weapon - with their strength and claws, gargoyles didn't need them. Here, though, he had a feeling it would be a necessity.
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From the looks of things, this was a simple gardening shed. It seemed a bit too ordinary for a place that could turn gargoyles human and was home to the occasional monstrous critter. All the same, he wasn't going to complain. Gardens required tools to be kept neat, after all.
Glancing over the shelves, he hefted down a shovel, getting a feel for it in his new human hands. He wasn't used to using any sort of weapon - with their strength and claws, gargoyles didn't need them. Here, though, he had a feeling it would be a necessity.