He stopped, knelt, placed his hand against the ground, stayed there for what seemed like an eternity. The others seemed inured to this behavior. Shayl asked someone, in a whisper, “What’s he doing?”
Before anyone could answer, he stood, looked around, looked at Shayl. “There was a city here. Many people, many buildings.”
“When?” She asked, looking around, seeing only bare rock and desolation.
He shrugged. “Ten thousand years? Twelve? Long time.”
“But how do you know these things?”
“The past is here, now, if you know how to see it.”
He laughed. “Yes, magic. I will teach you.”