Swamped

You hazard a guess.

"Is this about those cages that guy was going on about?"

"Indeed." She unrolls the scroll she grabbed from Jeremy. "I'm pretty sure this is fake, but the sketch is quite real. In fact, it's too real, another reason why this is probably a fake."

"Too real?"

"She means that it shows the cages as they are now," Dominique says. "But they're thousands of years old. They were sheltered relatively well, but not perfectly. The elements still took a toll on them."

"Exactly. Someone sketched these after we found them. Now, we haven't heavily limited access, but we also don't go around letting strangers in with sketchpads. And I'd be very surprised if someone drew a likeness this good purely from memory."

"So you want to know who made this sketch," you interject. "That makes sense, but why are you asking Dominique for help with this? It doesn't seem to have much to do with her specialty."

"Probably because she knows pretty much everyone else in camp is going to be reluctant to consider their friends potential suspects," Dominique says. She sounds a little bitter, but not surprised. "She wants me on it to make sure every possibility is covered. Am I right?"

"You don't need to be so cynical about my motives, Dominique. I'm asking you because I think whoever did it may have used magic."

Dominique doesn't seem any more pleased.

"And why do you think that, exactly?"