Book One – Chapter 19

He saw nothing but a strip of wall and part of an empty bed.

He lifted his right wing and pushed against the door, as softly as possible, until the wood yielded with a muted sigh.

The selder lay on his back. The krynn was with him, hunched on the middle stool that Bubs had used earlier when tending to the two travellers. The shaman sat on the other side of the bed. On the ledge beside her stood two flasks, one dark and one clouded green, both open. She dipped a cloth into the green one and placed it onto the selder’s forehead. The scent was so sharp that it reached Yu even from the doorway; something between herbs and rust. It smelled like rain striking the odd, scorched stones of the Undertellems hall.
   

The krynn looked up at Yu.