A dismal wind carried itself through the abandoned town. Not a single breath of life manifested itself in the ominous, dusty air. That is, if you do not count the short hooded figure riding on a horse - or was it a pony? - subtly clopping against the cold flagstones of the square. The figure stopped the pony, and took out a map from his old leather satchel.
"What a dismal-lookin' place." The figure sniffed. "Now, lessee. The circle's last known location was... here." The figure craned his neck, attempting to cover 360 degrees. 
"No one in sight... nuthin' a few runes won't fix." The figure clasped his rust-eaten gauntlets together, muttering a single word. [i]"Derh."[/i]
A single blue, glowing rune for the word 'seek' emerged from the figure's hands. It shifted course towards a rickety, time-worn church in the far distance. The figure squinted. "Hmm. Somethin' seems ta be goin' on inside there... No matter. Giddy-up."