Jorn Darkmane
As is to be expected, the man seems somewhat apprehensive about agreeing to the rather sketchy deal offered by a complete stranger (and not a very trustworthy-looking one at that) he met not fifteen minutes ago trespassing on his property. Yet, much to the Chosen One's benefit, he is apparently even more apprehensive about going against the wishes of someone who is in control of an entity that looks like it clawed its way straight out of a Dr. Seuss book from hell.
"*sigh*...Alright, I...I guess you can stay for a while. But I'm telling you right now; if you or that...demon...come anywhere near me or my family without a damn good reason for doing so, I'm calling the cops and having them haul you off to...wherever it is they take people like you. Understand?"
Wanting to get out of the open and into his newly secured Base of Operations as quickly as possible, Jorn acknowledges the man's fear-charged words with a simple nod and promptly heads for the barn, commanding Yxchuithiatkxcli to follow...
With great anticipation, Jorn pushes the doors of the barn wide open, allowing a rush of sunlight to pour into a space otherwise only illuminated by what little light makes it through a few old, dusty windows. A short inspection of the barn's interior reveals that the place is almost entirely empty; a large pile of yard debris and various scattered pieces of junk make up the majority of the barn's contents. If nothing else, it at least gives the warlock plenty of space to work with.
It appears the barn also has a decent-sized hayloft, though, unfortunately, the wooden ladder leading up to it looks like it's about ready to fall apart, which is a pretty good sign that attempting to climb it would not be the best idea. It is soon made clear that this will not be an issue for the tired and irritated Yxchuithiatkxcli, however, when the demon flies up to the loft and disappears from view. Guess even demons need a little personal time every now and then.
Hisir Namedene
Their travel slowed to a much less tiring pace, Hisir & party ventures further into the woods and (hopefully) farther away from those vexing authorities...
After several minutes of walking, the group happens upon a road that appears to cut straight through the woodland. Just ahead, on the other side of said road, the Chosen One can spot a clearing through the trees, with what looks to be a house right in the middle of it. One of the fugitives takes notice of this as well, and makes a daring suggestion to Hisir, "Hey, think we could hide there til the police are off our backs?"
Estimated time passed: 10 minutes.
14:05 remain.