Kjaran had seen his share of ruins over the years but nothing on the scale of this. Fallen fortresses, abandoned cities, they'd looked nothing like the ones before them. Cyclopean blocks of stone that seemed to have fused together, through magic or some other wizardry? "Don't eat her" he warned the dwarf who took his mare. Placid enough, her disposition suited him. He always felt like horses were planning something. Loosening his shoulders, he half drew his sword from his scabbard, tapping the metal for good luck. "Hark" he said, the screeching reaching even his ears. Metal on metal. He wasn't sure who was going to venture further into the ruins first. He had a bad feeling about this.