Besides the inviting glow, there was a mystical steam escaping from the cracks in the structure and a smell that, although normally unpleasant, reminded Ko of life. Logically he knew that stumbling into a barn in the middle of a snow storm, armed with swords and a bow, and being of a different race than the likely inhabitants was a dangerous proposition, but he did not have the strength for anything more subtle.
The Sureshot Series:
The Sureshot 