They pressed on, wary and slower than the Pilgrimage's schedule allowed, and by midday Sylas had fallen into a pattern Luna recognized from their six days before departure — restless, roving attention, unable to simply walk when there was information to be gathered instead.
"I've been thinking about the shrine," he said, falling into step beside her while Corvin and Kade discussed the day's route with Garrick a short distance ahead. "Specifically, about who would have both the knowledge and the motive to carve a warning like that and then vanish before finishing it."
"You have a theory."
"I have several," Sylas said, "which is usually how you know I'm onto something real rather than simply entertaining myself. Consider: the writing was recent. Scratched hastily, urgently, by someone who
