Following closely behind Elara as they strode through the ruins, Cyne surveyed the land around them. The ruins were fascinating to look at. Every aspect of this place seemed old, and mystical, even though it lay in rubble. Being the curious person he was, images of how he imaged the city being in it's prime ran through his mind. The streets busy with mothers chasing their children, workers sweating under the hot sun. The smell of bakeries or the gritty sounds of the forges. The city came to life under his imagination, and he imagined what this type of town would be like for a person like him. A human. He didn't even think about how this wasn't built by man. But by vampire. Wrapping his thoughts around that seemed a little awkward at first, but he imagined Elara chasing down a young apprentice, Caldwin following shortly behind. Elara's long strides were almost rhythmic, the clack of her boots something he could hear over his dreamed up city life.<br/><br/>When her voice interrupted the clacking he looked to her, and he saw they seemed to be approaching a tower. He immediately recognized it. Not this specific building, but he could tell what this was.<br/><i>It was a mage's tower.</i><br/>His heart started beating faster as they drew nearer, and he could feel the aura of the tower overwhelming him.<i>Undiscovered relics. </i>His excitement was hard to contain, and soon, he was walking up to Elara instead of simply following her. The pearly stone of the tower still held it's white sheen, and he could even make out a couple of protective insignia drawn on the building, some even etched deep into the stone. They weren't what he was used to, like looking at unwritten word he knew, in a different language. But he could tell what they were. Their very presence made it's impact, his magical instinct reacting to the magic. Even just being this close made him warm up, and his grin grew increasingly with each step.