The dwarven woman looked at Tehr a bit surprised to see him intent on heading in, recognising the magics in use though it seemed, but it was Tera's reply that made her pause most. "I'll get help, dont get yourself killed my lord." The realization she had bothered aristocracy seemed to dawn to her in a bit of a shock but she listened to him rather than starting a tirade of apologies.<br/><br/>"I ah, my name is Ironna, Tyrin's daughter, and my assistant answers to Devlin." She replied hurriedly, then watching there and waiting.<br/><br/>Entering the slaughterhouse showed animal bodies hanging on hooks and apparently under work. There were fine knives and cleavers on the tables near them. There was a larger room at the back with ice showing inside, fumes of vapor leaving the doorway, as well as some sort of an arcane symbol in the stone.<br/><br/>There was also a large number of animals in a small 'corral' of dirt ground with hay spread over it at another corner, with pigs and cows present for most part it seemed. There were two cows taken out of there and badly slashed, seeming to be suffering and bleeding to death on the floor of the slaughterhouse, but no immediate sight of the lad.<br/><br/>But there was a lot of cover, lot of obstacles, small section walls, tables that were more like thick blocks of wood supporting flat boards, meant to handle heavy weights.