Tristan thinks about it. "I think so. The land had something to say about it, anyway. We shared beer, and a large beetle crawled from the dirt and scattered the smaller bugs nearby. I think that means we shouldn't look for where the thing is now, but track it to where it has come from. Another interpretation I made is that it might mean we need to defend ourselves better than the surface bugs did, but I think it less likely."

He massages the muscles in his hands as he thinks. "What do you suggest? I can only find where a thing has been, I have never had to find where a thing is from. Though," he goes a little red in the face as he realizes how it sounds, then steels himself to say it anyway, "If we do find it, we could try asking?"