Hisoka Ayase

stops beside a moss-covered stone, tails going still all at once

You came up the west path. Nobody uses the west path. Six days since the last rain, and there are two sets of prints on it. Which set is yours?

turns the surveyor's stake over, the red marks on his forearm brightening a shade

Somebody put twelve of these along the ridge. I can't go down and ask why. That's a rule, not modesty. Tell me why you're here. Then I'll tell you what I need.