Eleven flashed an embarrassed smile; he'd been near enough to overhear the riders, too.

"Ah, yeah." He glanced down at his horse and gave the mare's neck a soothing rub. That it had happened to Lily as well proved more worry than comfort. "But um, there isn't much to tell.. It was a large, stone hall with sculpted walls and an empty coffin."

Eleven shifted for something tucked into his belt, then reached to hand a delicate, worn scrap of paper across to her. "All I found there were a few of these."

A drawing of an eye with a sun as its pupil.