In Yenth
Prelate Mez closes her book and sets it aside.
"Thank you for arriving on time," she smiles briefly, an expression that does not reach her remaining biological eye. "I had hoped there would be a couple more, but my staffing requisitions have been ... slow to be filled."
She stands and pulls a large, rolled scroll from the corner. She spreads a map of western Malevich out onto the table, weighting the corners with small oddities that chime and chitter when touched.
"We've finally gotten reliable information on the location that those strangers have been coming from. It's some sort of metallic fortress in the wall of a narrow canyon in the forest." She points to a star marked several miles north of the tree line. "Airk, one of the local delves, was able to verify the site, but little more. As he was observing, he heard a strange humming above, but couldn't identify a source. It was somewhere over the canopy. It went quiet a few minutes after. Half an hour later, another of those foreigners arrived. He was quite disoriented. Airk tried to convince him to return with him to safety, but of course ... the language barrier. The man, he seemed terrified of Airk's seskii and ran to the west. Airk followed, slowly so as not to frighten him further."
Prelate Mez shook her head, although it was hard to tell if it was pity or frustration. "The rains became heavier and obscured the trail. By the time Airk located him again, there was little left but bones and scraps of cloth."