He leans in to peer at what she holds up, not recognising it immediately as anything in particular, which in turn didn't mean much. There's a trace of magic, as far as he can tell: it has the energy that rings true to magic, but unlike those he himself uses.

"Might be some anchoring element," he says, straightening and increasing their pace as much as they can in the moonlight. "There's paper back in the village, I'd like to see the design from your point of view, if you're willing to indulge me. In case it's anywhere else around the village or in the woods, we can know what its intent is."