Kian stepped through the door. Inside it was warm. Warmer than he expected - they must have a large fireplace. Strange lights hung from the ceiling, like none he had ever seen.
What was this place?
The heat was coming, he realised, from strange metal objects on the walls. This was extremely strange.
Somebody was lying down with others tending them. What had happened? Since he had defeated Don Dorcha and become the Lord, Kian had developed practical skills. He wondered if they would need him. Carefully he placed his worn leather rucksack inside the door, shook some of the rain out of his black hair, and moved over to the scene.
"Excuse me?" he said.