As the magical auras settled into place the two women drew around the room looking for clues.  Alana's vision flared and she was nearly blinded by the web of arcane energy flowing in and around the room, most of it centered on the three women in the room.  The High Lord Protector glowed with the white hot light of divine energy, Jian with a throbbing primal red, and she knew her own aura of course, primal red mixed with veins of black and silver sparkles of that mystical charm that bards like her carried.<br/><br/>The sword, Foecutter, glowed brightly as well, though there didn't seem to be many other outright magical items in the room, and none hidden beneath.  But despite the web of interlaced arcane and divine spells laid about the room there was one mist of magical energy that was fading away slowly.  There in the middle of the room, the lingering essence of a spell that didn't fit with the 'feel' of any other lingering magic in the room.  What was more, it had the unmistakable aura of a primal spell.  Alana knew the taste and feel of primal spells better than most casters in Laelith... save of course Jian who literally specialized in such magics.<br/><br/>Jian on the other hand found countless etched runes, especially in the windows and doors.  Half of them were ancient and some were even so old she didn't recognize their purpose.  But the ones she did seemed fairly standard, anti scrying mostly, but some for security on the portals.  If someone had forced their way in physically, they must have been a spell caster that could have reset these seals and runes afterwards.<br/><br/>For her part, the dragonborn paladin moved out of the women's way, and was ready to answer questions, but did nothing to distract them while they were at work.