The quartet cautiously skirts the perimeter of the building. Although the masonry is weathered and vine-covered, it remains solid. The two doors into the building appear stout. The windows are shuttered. As the adventurers complete their inspection, there is a fluttering overhead. The flock of birds wings in, settling on the walls around the Old Bailey, a few of them on the building. Lifeless eyes stare at the intruders. Dozens of undead birds of various types perch silently, expectantly.
Kaer gulps as the birds land and he and Berm return to the others.
"That ... does not seem good," he whispers. "I think it might be time to go inside before we find out that undead carrion feeders actually prefer live flesh..."
"Undead carrion-live flesh-huh?" Poor Berm Missed what Kaer was trying to say as it seems like double talk to him. However the mention of getting away from the necrotic avians was a preferred thought so he looked toward the entrance and approached. he looks about for any traps or alarm wires that may be hiding about.
"it is possible, Kaer," Shalaye offered helpfully, "Unless directly commanded, undead often follow the daily routine of their former life.""... I fail to see how this information helps us," she commented to no one in particular.