When he reaches the ring of buildings, Inric pauses to place a hand alongside the handprints that cover their tumbledown remains. He remembers the buildings from before, covered in abstract shapes in a riot of colours, full of Maradi people and the occasional Eldarin - like himself - hurrying to and fro. "Ritually sealed and deliberately destroyed," he murmurs. "That is not very encouraging." On the other side of the buildings, Copper is scampering over the plains into the distance. Inric follows.