Lykos frowned as he crouched on a dune overlooking the ruin, a short distance from it. He watched the camp, making sure the others stayed back so not to alert the inhabitants. It might just be a tribe of wanderers, but it might be something worse. Nevertheless, he had no idea about the insigna, and would retreat after a half hour of observing the camp, to consult with the others, telling them what he saw.