Conal accepted the apology with a nod. "Yeah, well, don't worry about it." he said. "I've had worse days."<br/><br/>When she spoke again, and gestured towards the mound, he frowned a little in puzzlement. "What do you mean you came from there? People can't get in and out of there ... that's why they keep it locked up, to keep anyone from disturbing it." His mind flicked back to just before they'd run into him, and what had looked like a tunnel.<br/><br/><em>That makes no sense.</em>he thought, shaking his head as the woman spoke to her friend in their own language. He turned to look at her again, examining both of them.<em>The clothes, the hair, the language. Something really isn't making sense here.</em>Unbidden, snatches of folklore rolled up into his memory, stories of the Sidhe, and the things attributed to them.<br/><br/>"Who are you?" he said, softly, looking from one woman to the other, and swallowing, added "What are you?"