[The scene Somnus leads her to isn't gruesome, per se; it's more haunting, an environmental retelling of a story that's come and gone. Rinea's eyebrows crease upwards at the sight of the spidery runes drawn crudely, but with purpose, into the floor. The festival she'd been attending only a few moments ago feels so far away up against the hard reality of the sight before her.

Still, something about that reminder of danger just below the surface of life is familiar. Are all worlds the same?]

Dear me! [Rinea picks her way through the litter, crouching to get a better look; still, any amount of staring won't tell her what the circle was used for.] I-- I believe it is possible, yes. Dowsing rods are extant; configuring one to respond to a particular stimuli should be simple work.

But... [She straightens up again, meeting Somnus's stern gaze with her worried one.] How did you find this magic circle? I hope you have not been put into too much danger, being involved with it so.