But what have we been doing other than letting the past make our decisions for us since this began, young Prince? The vampire thought as Cyne gave her a slight smile and looked back at the dragon's skull before following toward her. As they ascended the steps leading out of the ruins and back into the overcast light of this realm, Elara glanced at the fire-prince next to her, taken aback by the curious grin and the polite 'After you.' Pursing her lips in thought, Elara turned from the large ruin and considered taking him to the mage's tower in this particular city of death. Perhaps he might find a relic that would mean something to him. The vampire queen considered, her long legs striding in a steady pace along the torn cobble-stone streets of Highwyrd, toned muscles in her thighs flexing and relaxing with each step as her boots tapped smartly with each step forward.<br/><br/>"I think you might like to see this, Cyne. There might even be relics here still undiscovered." She murmured when they finally stood before the partially collapsed mages' tower made of surprisingly white stone, like the gate leading to the portal to the human realm. On every level, there were chalk-outlines of symbols, partial spells of protection or aid in manipulating the forces of nature, as well as older carved symbols in the stone itself in some rooms, supposedly for instruction. For now, she led Cyne into the main entrance, still standing after all these centuries, even while time wore on the stones of the basic structure.