Zesiro was on the other end of the radio. 

"Alpha... um... Whatever. Yeah." It wasn't that he couldn't keep up with the army ligno. He just didn't care to. It was just them on top of the mountain. Who the hell would care?

Rozalind was with the main clutch of the team. She nodded to Charles. "Wolfe Hirsh and Icaus have the perimeter. Let's go in. When we get there Vata, Twain and Herbert should find the runes and start deciphering it. The rest of us will comb the ground for anything that might be left behind."

The team moved toward the castle

~~~ The castle ~~~

The fires had gone out, the white chalk was scattered. Rosalind walked the perimeter looking suspiciously at their surroundings. Sometimes her eyes would fall upon Mallaidh or Natasha, and linger there just a bit too long... Then they went back to their work. Looking for clues, looking for danger.

Dzel was shifting through the snow with her small hands. "I think I see some of the markings here... The chalk is blown away but there what was written in blood is still here." She touched the reddened stone with a frown. Such senseless violence... What kind of power were they trying to trade for a human life? 

Zesiro had a snow-shovel and was picking at some ice that had crusted over the alter in the middle.