“Please escort Miss Laura back to the village safely.” Dorian ordered Sean.
Having heard him speak for the first time I knew that Sean was not at all from here. His Scottish brogue was so thick he could have been related to Rob Roy.
“Yes of course. This way please Miss Laura.” Sean offered to escort me back as he lifted the massive bolt on the smaller door of the main one and opened it to the heavy daylight.
I think it would take twenty men to open the two main wooden doors. They look like they were built to keep out an army of ferocious crusaders. Maybe upon one time, they actually had.
Dorian slowly took a stride away turning in the other direction with this being nothing more than a casual walk for him. Just as the evening before when he left the festival. He seemed
