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“I don’t understand,” Elán sighed, prodding at one of the bridges in the small model she had constructed, “if the place is haunted, why not send in the Wardens? What’s the chance that it isn’t a bunch of void reapers crawling around in the woods?” The sun was high in the sky, its rays boring into her back and earning them the occasional comment on how surprisingly warm Urus could get in the spring. The young tree growing next to Elán provided minimal respite from the sun, and so she had given up on escaping the heat entirely, only occasionally stepping away from where she was working on her model of Urus to get a quick drink of water. The Niravar managing the stall had practically surrounded them with boxes containing a variety of models and materials, and Elán struggled to carefully manoeuvre around them every time she had to move. It seemed odd to her, even taking the local beliefs into account. If something hostile was dwelling on top of a mountain, how was constructing a