Broken. Ysaryn tilted her head at that word, thinking it over and trying to hold it up in front of her impression of Rulitus. She didn't know him at all, save from what she sensed, but it did fit him. There was a look in his eyes that was a different sort of nothing. Empty. 
She muttered something in her native tongue. 

The question of the wards made the elf grin again. "It is not explained to us. After Ziad, is kept secret, the how. But its like a spider web. From within, anyone can feel if magic comes inside. Scratches the neck." She pointed to her nape. "Tells us someone has approached. We can investigate. Only if you have magic in your blood. So, me or Envy. Maybe you, and Rulitus now."

Setting down her cup, she went to work on the parts of the venison that was cooked, pulling of neat strips to cure and store. She'd only pulled off three strips when she turned her head toward the path to the rest of the chamber, straightening as Envy arrived. 
He inhaled, but unable to identify Kire's scent yet, he asked "Is Kire in here?"