[ this place is a wreck, holy shit. alfyn crosses into the theater cautiously as he looks around, unhitching his axe from where he'd strapped it into his belt underneath the green vest he's put on. it's less intended as a weapon at the moment and more that he plans on using it to catch himself if he has to, or move debris out of the way if something comes crashing down. ]

There's really not anything in this village that isn't falling apart, huh... we're gonna have to watch our steps in all the buildings, but this one looks a stiff breeze from falling on our heads...