After packing the backpack I was taking, I decided to take one last look at the ruins. The ruins were interesting, nestled in the valley down the mountain. There were three structures still standing from before the Daegel wars, as well as some sort of alter. Not many tourists visited the ruins anymore because the ruins were deemed dangerous. I took the sword from my room's wall and strapped it across my back, making it easy to reach without any restricting movements. Weaving my way through the forest and down the mountain after locking my house, I made my way to the ruins.
As I toured the ruins one last time, I examined the alter I had trained under so many years. It looked like, at one time, there had been three pillars, but they had been gone for years before I found it, leaving three identical, two story outlines of the missing pillars. I saw three old-rune words, and I was determined to find out what the words meant. I turned my back on the alter and quickly started the journey to the port city 10 miles south.
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