Janis runs her fingertips across the surface of the pillar, peering at it intently.
"It is not a natural formation, though it is natural. This rock is much denser than the surrounding cave stone. It's as if something magically called the rock from far below the earth."
"This is very old. Older than Galifar? Perhaps - but this land is very old. Sheltered, as it has been, from visitors? Perhaps..."
Janis examines the circle again, trying to discern how the circle and the pillar might interact - whether the kyber shards were created as a consequence of such a calling of the earth, or if they're a part of the functioning of the circle. Is there a way to unravel or unmake the circle and unmask the source of power within the pillar and...
" Inquisitors? What do your senses say about this thing? I've heard stories...sometimes it is better to let evil things sleep where they are bound, but if this is the doorway to our prize? And...I think we should be wary in case whatever protected this place returns?"
Her eyes the color of softly glowing milk from her spell, even as she speaks to the others she does not seem to truly see them, bound by the interplay of the unseen forces around her.