Arcturus in the mean time walked outside, rubbed his forehead again and sighed. At the rate he was rubbing his forhead he was going to lose all his hair before his next birthday. What he thought was going to be simple was getting more and more complicated with each word someone said to him.  If there were thousands of bugs and a fledgling hive out there, he was gone, he'd find the first nexus point and jump off world to someplace sane... like Hades. With that joyful thought lodged firmly in mind he strode over to the magic looking place and gave it a very detailed inspection. He looked over the runes and translated them if they were in mystical in nature. He then, magic or not, entered the place and with an eye open for mystic items of power and spells in general, took a look around the inside.