The fire was on its last embers when Severin was woken by a touch to his arm. Loira was kneeling next to him, a shawl thrown over her shoulders and a finger to her mouth. It was sometime past midnight, he reckoned, and dawn was still a few hours out. He opened his mouth to speak, and Loira shook her head before gesturing for him to follow her.
The Cozy Cauldron 