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This site was older, then, than any of their border wars, which was going to present its own set of complications. She couldn't assume there would be any similarities to what she was used to if they managed to get access, which would push even more of the access work onto Amalie…

The trek up to the dig site was nothing special – annoyingly cold on the ears, as expected, and Cellica's eyes kept flicking to the horizon to check that the border patrol hadn't come to accost them over trespassing or accusations of spying yet – but everything turned out fortuitously boring. Unlike the promise of actually [i]entering[/i] deeper into the ruins they wanted to explore.

"Yes, we have been briefed, although I was not aware that the supports for that entrance were so… improvised." Improvised was the kind way of putting it, the noble entirely unsurprised if the faint sounds of creaking were from stress and not the effect of wind and temperature changes on the [i]rest[/i] of the site. It was hardly her preferred entrance, but it seemed to be the simpler of the two – if the others had no on-hand plans to neutralise the magical risk of the upper entrance, that was.

She was quite confident that it would resist being stabbed.