It is only just dusk; they made good time. The walls of the relatively small outpost are crumbled and half standing. Despite years of availability, there is still a great deal of rubble and crates. It seems that the Animas have had no desire to loot this area, although they probably removed most powerful or dangerous items they could find. The only wall still standing is obviously magical and covered in a story of runes and pictographs. It is possible that this place may have been a small roadside temple, but the Animas have never cared to investigate.

"If you all could begin to set up camp in this open area here, I am going to check our perimeter quickly."

Without waiting for a response, she ghosts into the shadows.