Darion turned and walked toward the voice.
The structure was easy to miss. It sat apart from the main cluster of huts, set back from the southern pen where the livestock had been kept, built from the same rough timber as everything else in the settlement but smaller and without the characteristics of a dwelling.
There was no fireplace around, no window either, only four walls and a door secured from the outside with a heavy wooden bar dropped into iron brackets. It looked like something that wasn't built for comfort or habitation. The kind built for keeping something in.
The knight who had called out was standing in front of it, looking at Darion.
"There's someone inside, m'lord."
Darion looked at the bar on the door. Then at the structure. Then he walked to it and stopped.
"Who's in there," he said.
There was a pause. Then a voice from inside, a woman's voice.
"My name is Seren. I've been here for four months as a prisoner. I'm not one of them."
