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The campfire casts a warm glow across her face as she pours over the notes she’d taken on the inscriptions on the walls in this abandoned church. The building itself was decrepit, and its whole atmosphere radiated disquiet uncertainty. The scholar her party had been travelling with walks over and sits by her, stoking the fire with a stick set out next to it.After several minutes in silence, Clíona sighs and looks over at her company, irritation across her face. “Can you do anything with this?” She asks, holding the papers up so Kallista knows what she’s talking about.“What is it?”
“What was written on the walls. It seems to be something magical, probably a spell, but I can’t figure out its actual purpose. It’s a ward, but those are generally for keeping people away. And, well...” She waves a hand at the room, letting the fact that they were even there speak for her.
Kallista nods slowly and takes the papers from her, skimming over them, “I see what you mean. I think...” She squints and brings the page closer to her face, then points at a section of writing, “that it’s for keeping something in.”
“Oh! Great! This place is completely empty, so it probably failed in that, too. Either that, or something here is really, really good at hiding.”
