The destruction was definitely on a massive scale. Enzeru weaves between the pieces of the tower that litter the ground, his eyes searching around for anyone who perhaps needed a hand getting something out of their way even as his ears remained on alert for a voice calling for help. He had little doubt that if anyone were trapped in this mess they were already dead, the damage here appeared to be quite older than a few days, old enough that even Soon's Haven had heard of it and made it a point of gossip for their town. Still, that didn't mean he couldn't help. He was here to do just that and he would.
The fair skinned hunter simply finds someone doing their part, clearing rubble and opening old passageways, and joins in. He looked quite out of place, in a blue robe and his hair and eyes marking him as a foreigner to this land while the bow on his back marked him as an armed stranger, sitting there with those born and raised here helping them in their task of breaking down the larger pieces into smaller pieces to be carted off. He seemed to be doing the work of several of them, which only drew their eyes. He could only assume the shinobi of this village had more important work, like tracking down the people who did this, to join in; or perhaps this work detail was told they wouldn't be getting the help of a shinobi. Either way he was here and he was doing something.
His hope was that he would stick out enough that someone in charge would come and figure out what the hell he was doing here. The one who let him in didn't seem interested, but they likely could have mistaken him for someone else. Still, no better way to offer his services than showing them off. He wasn't normally performing manual labor, but if that's what he could do now....
The fair skinned hunter simply finds someone doing their part, clearing rubble and opening old passageways, and joins in. He looked quite out of place, in a blue robe and his hair and eyes marking him as a foreigner to this land while the bow on his back marked him as an armed stranger, sitting there with those born and raised here helping them in their task of breaking down the larger pieces into smaller pieces to be carted off. He seemed to be doing the work of several of them, which only drew their eyes. He could only assume the shinobi of this village had more important work, like tracking down the people who did this, to join in; or perhaps this work detail was told they wouldn't be getting the help of a shinobi. Either way he was here and he was doing something.
His hope was that he would stick out enough that someone in charge would come and figure out what the hell he was doing here. The one who let him in didn't seem interested, but they likely could have mistaken him for someone else. Still, no better way to offer his services than showing them off. He wasn't normally performing manual labor, but if that's what he could do now....