The Hall looked different at night, adorned with the flickering glow of pine torches that lined the walls, occasionally emitting a burst of blue flame from the turpentine. The once bustling fireplace, with its numerous spits and cauldrons, had now calmed down after the frenzy of supper. Only one large fire remained, fuelled by two massive logs that burned slowly, while the spits were retracted into the cavernous chimney. The tables and benches remained, albeit pushed back slightly to create a clear space near the hearth. It appeared that the centre of entertainment would be there, as Colum's intricately carved chair was positioned to one side. Colum himself sat in the chair, a warm rug draped over his legs, with a small table holding a decanter and goblets within easy reach.