"A few, I think," the barkeep says, nodding for a moment, seemingly lost in thought. "The rest either come back empty handed or they don't come back at all. They head up the road going east through the mountains, right between two large..." the man pauses, seemingly lost in thought for a moment while she leans down and gives him an unintentional view down her shirt, between her sizable breasts, which would be large for a human woman. "Two<em>large</em>peaks. I don't know where they get off the main road and go searching on their own, but I suppose that's different for everyone. The ruins, as I hear the story, are in a cave near the top between the two peaks."<br/><br/>One of the men playing cards, the one who moments earlier had tried to peer down her shirt when she leaned over, speaks up, having evidently been listening in on her conversation with the barkeep. "If you're looking for the ruins in the mountains, I could take ye there. We're heading eastward ourselves, and if you want to go with us, we've got room for one more in our wagon."