"I've never heard of a place called Warrod but if it looks like this you can bet it's similar."

Hanna was trying to stare up at the ceiling which continued to be blocked by thick leaves. "I can't see it..." It was frustrating and she stomped her heel before turning back towards the door.

"I know there is a ceiling." Which she assumed would have glass or sun or maybe tell her where that breeze was coming from. Hanna had never seen real magic before and she was inclined to believe that there was something else behind this.