Li's stealth could rival those of any spirits that might be around, blending as he did into the irregular shadows cast by the steep ravine walls. The sun passed into a veil of cloud, darkening the ravine and imparting a noticeable chill into the air. All in all, it was a less than hospitable place to be.<br/><br/>This feeling was reinforced when his eyes resolved a nearby shape to be not a simple white stone, but a skull ... or at least the most of one, as it was half buried in the loose scree some dozen paces from where he stood. Scattered nearby were a few other bones, and what appeared to be the hilt of a sword poked out from a bush. The bones looked splintered and cracked, with tatters of flesh still clinging to them.<br/><br/>Depending on how recently this unfortunate soul fell, it might be possible to find tracks nearby.