With a nod, Ismark guides the donkey down into the farming valley and through the country roads to reach the old mill. The children shudder and pull back under the tarp, dark memories of this place coming back. Ireena's disguise eventually fades again, and she self-consciously pulls her hood and cloak tighter around her.

They arrive, beneath the shadows of the standing stones and the wicked wooden spire of the mill, its blades turning lazily. "If there are magic items you have found here, I may be able to help you," Ireena offers.