Kire shook her head, not knowing what to answer. “There’s something off about the place, but I can’t put my finger on it.” She touched the ground, trying to see if that would sharpen the sensations she’d been feeling. “Hmm. Casting a glamour on yourself is one thing, putting it on a whole other place is another. I’m not sure if that’s what’s confusing me right now.” Kire frowned in thought. “Maybe we could—” She looked up sharply, towards the dilapidated warehouse. She pulled his sleeve, retreating with him away towards some of the nearby shacks. “Someone’s coming.” 

She had been sure there was nobody in the warehouse. From the gaps in the walls, it [i]seemed[/i] empty of people, but now she could see two figures emerge. In the distance, she observed the two men who came out, apparently from out of nowhere. One of them looked to be an older man, but he didn’t interest her so much as the tall man beside him, dressed in rags. He seemed human, except that his skin looked strangely pale—no, not just pale. There was a bluish tinge, like he was too cold, which made his short dark hair look all the more black. Though they were too far away to ascertain what they were talking about, Kire got the impression that the older man was berating the tall one, or talking down to him about something. The older man was gesturing around them, and the tall one didn’t respond, merely nodding along after every other word. Then, after looking about, perhaps to see if anybody was around, the older man walked away, taking a different direction from where Ruli and Kire were. The tall man stayed behind. [i]Standing watch?[/i] 

“Where did they come from?” she finally said, whispering to Ruli. “Do you think there’s a way in there for some underground hideout?” That seemed to be the most likely explanation, given that they were watching the place carefully and would have heard them before this point.