"Here is where they were killed, little one," said Emile, his senses stretched far beyond the physical limits of his meat body. The shattered visions of his dreams were clearer at this location, the anguished spirits of the long gone finally able to plead their plight to a receptive mind. "Yes, I hear you ... all of you. Twelve shamans and mages. They gathered you together to perform a great task, a . . ." He closed his eyes and tightened his hand into a white-knuckled fist around the tatter of cloth. "A masking, yes, a cloaking of some kind to hide a large cold thing."