Bare hooves make little noise on well-packed ground.  Suren's ears are pricked for danger though the rest of him is loose and relaxed.  Curiosity presses him farther in, toward the iron scent of metal and dust.  Nostrils flare against the urge to sneeze as he nears abandoned remnants of the past.  His eyes take a moment to adjust to the increased dark of a closed space.  Large empty bowl over what must have once been a fire.  Splays of fabric laid out in a circle, untouched.  The bowl ...