Inside the near dark of the interior of the outbuilding, Vin can make out the silhouette of what appears to be a Hobgoblin sitting in a chair and rubbing its eyes.
GM:
Vin can see most of the dark room, there is no other sign of there being more than the one hobgoblin.
Harb waits for the rest of the group to get to the building. Then takes his turn sneaking to it. Despite the sounds of a battle around him, grimacing slightly with every noise he makes trying to get to the bank of the building without drawing attention.
OOC:
posting now because I'm bit likely to be on tonight but still want to make sure the rest of the group makes it to the building before I blew their cover.
[roll]1d10+2 [/roll]/[roll]1d20+2 [/roll] stealth at disadvantage
Loosh, worse than Harba at sneaking, and having a bunch of unarmed civilians in tow, waits until he is waved to come up, and then sends his entourage forward while keeping an eye out for trouble, and then rushes to follow them. His chainmail makes a ching-ching noise which echoes across the night air, and he looks down at it when he should have his head up.
Corsa nods and looks ready to move, but holds off when she sees the rest of the party sneaking toward the building. Maybe one of them had something to block the door with.