“He didn’t mean any harm, Eibhlin. We ran into him...remember?” Aisling told Eibhlin. “I think he believes we are here to steal from him.” she added a moment later when her friend pressed the colorful paper back.<br/><br/>The man looked more than a little confused at this, his expression perhaps a bit more exaggerated than necessary. When he began to speak again, she caught the final notes needed.<br/><br/>Aisling shook her head as she stepped around Eibhlin to help him up a second time ignoring the chastizing look Eibhlin shot her way. This time when she spoke it sounded as if she had been speaking English for her entire life.<br/><br/>“I apologize…it seems as if we are…lost…” she said. She stepped back once he was standing. Brushing a strand of her silver hair behind her ear, she looked behind her and noticed for the first time the mound with what looked like a barred door. Frowning she looked back at the man.<br/><br/>“Where are we?” she asked.<br/>