Ellana has a theory that these elven sites have needlessly complicated forms of entry as tests for the people who wish to access them. A sort of laugh beyond the grave for those who can't figure it out and a slow clap for those who do. She can't say she approves, but at least such a security system has kept most people away for so long that elven ruins are often untouched.

"Huh," she says, mostly to herself as her hand registers a bit of heat, but certainly not enough to burn her. It's fire underneath metal. It should definitely be hotter. Standing up, she waves a foot over it before shrugging and holding her hand down parallel to the grate. Better safe than sorry. "It's not even that hot, but I'm going to cover it up anyway." Ice spells are her weakest, but she can at least do the simplest ones, and a layer of heavy frost shoots downward to cover the grate. The fire wants to melt it, so she keeps it up, building up layers of ice that will last a little longer. Well, until her mana runs out.

"Trouble," she answers as she eyes her ice shell. "These places almost always have corpses possessed by spirits, or skeletons wandering around. It's a really big downside to not burning our dead." She will admit that right up front. Laying their loved ones to rest and planting a tree over them? Beautiful, poetic, a fitting tribute to a people so attuned with nature. Also? Really inconvenient when the Veil is thin and spirits are in a possessing mood.

"But if I have to guess what else? Probably gold, maybe an ancient weapon or two, and -- if we're lucky -- another piece of the elves' lost history." Ellana really does love getting to fill in those missing pieces. One more story to bring back.