<strong>Celeste Devonshire</strong><br/><br/>Celeste shrugs slightly, cocking her hip slightly as she leans against one of the counters and folding her arms.  "I could wish that we had been there earlier.  There was a lingering trace of magic imbued into the stone, but I was unable to discern the intent or form of the magic.  As for the blood...all I could smell was soap, stone and sweaty guard, only the hint of the old, dried, thoroughly scrubbed blood.  Not enough to determine what kind."  She gave a odd quirk of a smile, "but with the lingering magic, I sincerely doubt it was some teenagers pulling a prank."