[ Once inside, part of him wishes he would have been allowed to keep that fire magic he tried out on Thesa. But there's nothing for it but to look around for any supplies that might help out, so he takes the opposite end of the room to root through the abandoned crates and tarps. ]

It looks like it was a guard station at some point... [ Reaching over, he pulls a piece of canvas off a wooden crate, careful not to crack the dust everywhere. ] There was probably never any heat to begin with.

[ Fishing his pocketknife out, he's about to open the lid, but — ]

By the way, shouldn't you fix that?

[ "That" being the very tenacious cow. ]