The two items revolved round in her head. Ferric dust and linseed oil. It was hard to say definitively, but Seraphina had a strong doubt that one of those things belonged in Huntwich. In addition to that, there were the gouges left behind on the ground. The princess pushed herself down from Alios’s shoulder, ignoring the tightening of his hands and his unhappy growl in favour of crouching over the dark grooves. They were far apart, but ran almost perfectly parallel to one another. Judging by the size, whatever creature had made them must have been large enough to tower over the High Witch, but not so massive that it cracked the ceiling (which looked relatively undamaged). It must have also been strong enough to dig into the solid cedar-wood panels. Something that large, Seraphina thought t
