The hairs on the back of her neck rose. This was unusual. Normally, Brea liked unusual. It beat the monotony. But she also liked to know what was going on. Someone had been here, she was certain of it. Someone was looking for something. Perhaps it was a certain stillness in the air, as though the rats and spiders had been frightened off. Perhaps there was just a lingering scent of something.<br/><br/>Or perhaps, with all this new magic she had discovered, she was being paranoid....<br/><br/>Wait, she told herself. New magic. That was it. Someone knew about the gem, and someone wanted what she had. She tensed, and took a look around carefully. Perhaps whoever he or she was, a more tangible trace had been left behind. Somehow she doubted she would find anything, but it was good to be sure.