<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">On the godstones (common knowledge)</div><div class="spoiler_body">These standing stones, of which eight are known today, are relics of the pagan Tuatha religion, practiced now by only a handful.  Each is elaborately carved with the likeness of one of the major Tuatha deities; as the Tuatha aren't known to have built any proper temples, it's commonly believed that each god was venerated mainly at their godstone.  Those with pagan leanings still sometimes undertake pilgrimages to visit each of the godstones; even those who don't care still value them as convenient landmarks on journeys, and camping beneath them is common practice, as superstition holds that no misfortune will come to one who shelters beneath a godstone--provided they do nothing to anger the local god, of course.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Proficiency in Religion or DC 10 check</div><div class="spoiler_body">In truth, there is more than superstition to the stories of a godstone's protection; in addition to warding off many magical creatures as if they were hallowed ground, they also possess various other miraculous properties, each unique.  The godstone of Aeronwy, patron of healers, which lies along the Salt Road, forms the center of a hot spring that has minor healing powers for those who soak in it, curing common diseases and accelerating recovery from injury.</div></div></div></div><br/><br/>Yulia obligingly leans forward as Galathiir reaches out, sighing as his fingers run through her hair, which she tosses playfully over her shoulder as she sits back.  While she knows a fair few cleaning charms that could do the same job herself, she always finds it sweet of him to put in the effort.<br/><br/>"I wouldn't be so quick to dismiss these rocks," she says to Lissa, looking a bit smug.  "You haven't heard of Aeronwy's waters?  Her touch will cure what ails you and leave you feeling like you've slept on a feather bed for a week.  Anyway, I believe Adrian if he says we can reach her today, but I doubt we can make it farther before sunset, and I'm not hiking in the dark."<br/><br/>Pausing with a forkful of egg on the way to her lips, she quirks an eyebrow at Adrian, parting her legs a little in a way that looks unintentional.  "Matching yesterday should leave us with plenty of time to eat and pack up, aye?  Maybe an extra minute or two?"  The group's progress yesterday<em>was</em>cut a bit short by the rain, and in truth, she's confident they'll be right on schedule.