Dancer and Kellanved eyed one another, uncertain, then made their way up to it and the mage used his walking stick to edge aside a flap. Within, it was unnaturally gloomy, given the bright sunshine outside – hazy with hanging smoke, and uncomfortably hot as braziers of shimmering coals stood here and there about the interior. A hunched and broad shape, draped in rags, appeared to rise across the murkiness.
