Ruin strolled away from Ares to greet Brunhilde with his too-hot breath and presence, but she smiled and ran a hand over his ashy broad nose. "I suspect your master is only jealous you got here first," she whispered to Ruin and let Aragorn and Ruin pace and posture at each other. She tuged off her helm to look at him, and then at the surroundings. "Odin felt a great foreboding and death as well. I came to investigate and at first glance, this was not done by conflict or war."