“Hm, I figured that,” Kire murmured in reply to his answer. “I suppose it will be even harder if you want to make that illusion stick for an extended period.” She thought over his question. “Alright. Get us to the door, I’ll snoop a bit, and I’ll be out quick. I just need to know what we’re dealing with. I promise I won’t kill anyone unless I absolutely have to.” She smirked a little at that, before going serious again. “If you’re ready, let’s go.” 

Speed was essential. The moment she was at the door she entered, trusting that Rulitus knew how to handle himself. At first, stepping through the warehouse didn’t feel at all unusual. The first thing she noticed was the smell. [i]Burning[/i]. She recognized this smell. On a battlefield, specifically just after it. Or after a pillaging. [i]They’re burning bodies.[/i] Kire almost gagged, but stopped herself from making a sound. Inside, the warehouse looked the way she expected: run-down, in the middle of being abandoned. The roof was partly open to let out the smoke, but clearly there was some protection over the building for them to not have seen or [i]smelled[/i] it. The moment her mind steadied itself and registered what was inside, she was able to identify the signature of this magic. 
Hiding behind what looked to be the dismantled parts of the warehouse, she could only just hear two men conversing near what might be a makeshift furnace, but it looked like they were complaining about the work. “Waste of flesh, this,” one of them said, the other chuckling ruefully. “They might be elves, but they’re still a warm body. Would earn us more coin alive.”
“Ain’t true, else you wouldn’t be here, doing all the bastard’s dirty work.” 
Their chuckling grated on Kire. She was so tempted to pound their faces with her bare fists or the pommel of her sword, but she needed to hear what they were talking about. 
 “Don’t forget, after we’re done here, to do the, uh,” A long pause. “Aw, who even knows what this bloody witchcraft is. It’s unnatural, is what it is.” 
“It’s what’s keeping us from getting caught, you dolt. Scuff out the [i]runes[/i] is what you mean, right?”
“Why’d we need to move, then, if this place got the ‘protection’ or whatever it is?”
“Elves make trouble. And whoever else. The scum that live here. Something to do with being nearer the mines or some such.” 

Kire looked down, squinting at the ground, trying to scan for signs of the runes they had mentioned. She found them at last, etched faintly into the ground, and on the walls. She looked at the pieces of the warehouse that made up her current hiding place and found older runes there as well. She was about to attempt to get closer when she heard one of them talking about relieving himself outside. [i]That’s enough for now then.[/i] Kire disappeared in a blue flash, hearing the tail end of the man’s surprised yelp before reemerging outside.