ruminate on these stones

"A leader, chief, king. It is all the same," he shrugged slightly, not feeling over pedantic about it. She was an odd one, curiois but harmless, by this point everyone who was anyone knew he could be a bit wary of those who strayed too close to his Maze, but he wasn't so territorial that he would snap at loners a territory apart.

She stated she didn't know, which earned him a side glance as he watched her, the silver of his eyes glowing in the dark. The light not quite as bright as the runes, but a glow all the same. He did not think she was lying, suspected she would ramble on if given the chance, so she truly didn't know, it seemed. Hattori couldn't push for the unknown, would be like struggling against an indomitable current, nature would always win.

"I do not know for sure. There is a beach to the north of here, that glows at night. Perhaps something is growing on the stones, like the algae found there."