Stone Circle ain't no use in trying

Something about the stones still made him nervous. There was a current in the air that he wasn't quite at ease with, just for the fact that it was unfamiliar. Still, he believed Valette when she said they weren't a sect; there was nothing wrong with having a culture, after all, and this was all that seemed to be to Kincaid.

"What do they mean?" he asked the woman, taking a step toward the recently disturbed earth and then quickly correcting himself. He travelled cautiously around the outside of the circle, just a few yards, to see some of the stones from a slightly different angle. Valette had said something about the magic of Easthollow, and he wondered if this must be its source, or else if Valette herself was a practitioner of the darker arts.

He looked back at her, and decided it must be the former. "I kin see how come you chose this place," he told her, edging away from the stones and back to her side. "But I should like t'hear about your travels one day, if you got the time. I'm always lookin' for new stories, and new places t'see. Just to visit, mind, as you've so kindly taken me on."