“I see why these places make such good storehouses,” Gren said quietly through chattering teeth. The old man"s nose was turning blue in the chill of the rooms. None of them had a great deal to fight off the cold with. One look at Gren, and Cahal decided to move off. Eventually, they found a set of stairs, which led them down into the main set of storage rooms. Half were filled with stored grains and kegs containing various things. Others Cahal did not look into, though at one point Mavra saw through a window the skeletal remains of what looked to be a half of a cow still hanging from a meat hook. The voices that had pursued them had now disappeared, so it was a complete shock to Mavra when a hand reached out form a dark doorway and grabbed at her. She managed a half-squeal before being pul
