Chikusa is just as quiet, with the two of them truly befitting a pair of ghosts flitting from stall to stall, digging through all they can and peering at whatever spots are possible to reach. Still, Chikusa has to agree to her when they finally reconvene, his eyes a little darker than usual.

"Maybe," he agrees quietly. "But you would think there would still be traces of it..." Lips thinning, he tilts his head to the side and digs through all he knows of magic. "...When the Meeting Hall was having us clean it one day in preparation for a feast... One of the things they made us do was check on runes that were carved around the building. I think, together, they made a sort of spell circle, and a damaged one would be a weak point. Maybe there's something similar here, if we're not finding anything... We need to figure out the exact radius of bad luck. It's the only other idea I have..."