That door easily opens and Kalath sees within a warm, carpeted room, with a lit roaring fireplace, a simple wooden table with a few plates and bowls of food on it and a rocking chair. The rocking chair is occupied by an old and wrinkled woman, her eyes are filmed over and it is obvious that she is blind. She sits near the fire and rocks and knits.
"Come in young warrior," she wheezes, "You let in the draft."