[Those rodents Namur tastes mostly seem to be in packs, though there are a few individuals out there in the darkness...
[The trail leads to the highest, most solid of the stone walls, which were probably those of a city at some point. The sign carved into it reads, "Look upon me with eyes of truth... Then the door will open..." However, the door in question, a faded golden gate with carved vines, has already been busted open; above the pervasive smells of dust and damp, a trace scent (probably too faint for Maria) of human remains on them.
[Inside the city, the path leads on like a city street, the ruins of small buildings on either side, some with non-native vines starting to grow over the walls.
[Ahead is a larger structure, from which a dim roar echoes...]
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[The trail leads to the highest, most solid of the stone walls, which were probably those of a city at some point. The sign carved into it reads, "Look upon me with eyes of truth... Then the door will open..." However, the door in question, a faded golden gate with carved vines, has already been busted open; above the pervasive smells of dust and damp, a trace scent (probably too faint for Maria) of human remains on them.
[Inside the city, the path leads on like a city street, the ruins of small buildings on either side, some with non-native vines starting to grow over the walls.
[Ahead is a larger structure, from which a dim roar echoes...]