A Wagon.

You hear the distinct sound of wheels rolling over cobbles, and of hooves striking stone.

You quickly hush Kyra, pointing to your ears, gesturing for her to listen.

She bites back her next words and turns her head to the door, listening intently.

Soon enough you can hear the murmur of voices, and you can soon make out their speech.

"...Behind me, someone must be here, no one would just leave a horse tied up like that." A deep, strong feminine voice says.

"I can handle myself you know." another voice replies, this one higher and less confident.

Kyra turns to you and mouths a single word.

"Hide"

You nod, standing and running to a door in he far corner of the room.

Once through the door, you slide the eye slit open and watch as the door to the outside slowly opens.