Envy's brow furrowed again, wondering about the ring she mentioned. The one Ruli had made for her? He couldn't understand why a piece of jewelry wasn't worth losing, when she would consider sacrificing his foster-son.
Ruli, noticing the annoyance in the Kartaian's face, muttered quickly in elvish to catch him up. While frowning less deeply, Envy still looked annoyed. 

"If I got my hands on supplies, and pulled an all-nighter, I could get us a tracking spell." Ruli admitted. "Or," he hesitated, visibly stumbling on the words, the offer. "...or, I could use magic on you. Harmless, but potent. With your permission."
"Are you practiced enough?" Envy wondered. "Its been years."
"It's..." Ruli was about to argue, them reconsidered. Now was not the time to be cocky and overestimate himself. "I could practice." He muttered instead.

Envy's furrowed brow remained pointed at Ruli for a time, as if weighing the options and possibilities. "What if you had items that were already enchanted? Beacons to one another?"
It was Ruli's turn to look annoyed. "You have something? Here?"
"No." Envy said. "But in Ziad."
Ruli's face fell. "Not an option." He said instantly. "I can't get in there."
"You could."
"Well, I don't want to." Ruli snapped. "Besides, going back there is like sending up a giant signal to the Kartaian."

Envy fell quiet. He hadn't seen the city after the assault. Only knew it was in pieces, the city collapsed over the tunnels he had taken years to form. He knew, somewhere in there, was gold, gems, supplies, and much else that would help them. But he also knew there were people inside. Their corpses resting in what had once been the safest place to be.
"Alright." Envy said. "Practice on me, then, if you choose that option."