Inside the town of Calarn, Tyronius, Aerendir and Marabir have been locked in an empty wine cellar beneath 'The Grey Stallion'. There are no windows to the large, stone room, and the only light comes from a pair of torches in sconces which are fixed on either side of the sturdy oak door which flicker and cast a slight haze about the stuffy room.

Marabir lies on a couple of moth eaten fur cloaks which have seem to suffice for a bed, while Aerendir sits with his back against the stone wall beside him. Tyronius paces back and forth down the length of the room, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.