<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/76/6b/19/766b19e02196b6850103c28f6efee0d4.jpg)</div>As evening fell the path out across the moors came into view, though it seemed ill-tended. Atraea was forced to slow the horse to a trot as the path vanished into stretches of short grass, nature reclaiming what was once taken. The wended their way between the rolling hills, until one seemed to loom above the others off in the distance. Barely perceptible to Sumara—especially in the dying glare of the setting sun—there seemed to be a small structure, though it was too far as yet to make out any detail.<br/><br/>"Could that be the shrine?" Atraea asked, her voice low. She cast her eyes about, alert for danger.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Out of Character</div><div class="spoiler_body">I need a perception check from Sumara.<br/></div></div>