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A few dogs barked as they walked along the main path, but they saw no people, the dwellings shuttered against the night and the rain. They approached a long hall, music filling the air as they grew closer. It sounded like some kind of celebration, from the raucous noise that came from within.
“What’s going on?” Thomas asked.
Celyn glanced at him. “They celebrate the end of harvest.”
A few steps led up to the large double doors at one end of the hall. Celyn opened the door and stepped inside. Thomas took a deep breath and followed, willing himself to look calm.
The torches along the walls lit the interior with a fiery glow, competing with the hearth fires to lend warmth and light to the smoky darkness within. A few people turned to look at them as they entered. The smell of food, smo
