Hay, hay, and more hay bales. It would be easy to start a fire from that location and let it roar to consume the church in its entirety. There wasn't much more to find other than the cleaver, though it seemed the investigation garnered the attention to something simply unusual. From the robe up one could have easily mistaken as a man cloaked in a yellow robe, possibly a priest. Looking at what was under the robe though, was haunting. Inky black tentacles lay at where it's fee should have been and a small amount of slithering should be seen in the slit of the bandaged face. "... this is far different from the two humans that came before you. This might prove... interesting at the least." His voice seemed disembodied and distorientingly deep. It didn't seem to move. It just stood curiously watching.