Fendros stared at the footprints as Saras spoke, nodding along with a growing lament pressing his lips together.

When attention turned to her again, Sabine looked up at Saras and Fendros and then stood up straight again. She paused to think, resting a finger on her chin. "Maybe. It will depend how long since the magic was cast. And more powerful magic can make traces noisy."

"Short of interviewing witnesses," Fendros said, "of which I assume there were few if any, it is the best lead we have. If time is of the essence, we should follow it." He tilted his head. "Do you need anything to prepare, Sabine?"

Sabine shook her head softly. "Not unless we want to try and know what the spell was, exactly."

Holding out a hand towards the trail, Sabine closed her eyes and concentrated. A dull, wispy, indigo spell lit up from her palm to better see the charges in the air. With careful footsteps, she turned and followed the trail of residual magic away from the grave. Fendros followed along, keeping an eye out.

Fendros looked to the farmer while they walked. "Ghanir, did anyone see any trace of this act? Do you know anyone who might-"

"Shh!" Sabine interrupted.

Fendros lowered his voice. "...Do you know anyone who might have seen anything?"