<div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/30vj9qs.jpg)</div><br/>Just as before, for a few moments, Lyradil allows herself the luxury of gazing at the ruins.  She'd read about them so much that, even without pictures, she could almost imagine it as it was so long ago.  She reached out with one hand, pushing through the cold snow to feel the worked stone beneath.  Almost as if she could touch the past.<br/><br/>But the immediate needs of the present drew her attention.  Lyradil gracefully knelt down, carefully examining the different sets of footprints.  No goblin footprints, these.  Lyradil frowned, tucking back her red hair behind her ears again.  She half rose, moving to the top of the chute.  Her blue eyes narrowed as she studied the distant blue glow.<br/><br/>Lyradil straightened, smoothing down her robes with her hands.  The blue glow was intriguing, no doubt.  But her prudence won out.  Sliding down into the unknown was a risk she was almost willing to take.  But not with two unknown humanoids possibly at the other end.  Sighing almost regretfully, she turned towards the corridor, starting slowly down it.  Yes, slowly and carefully, that was the way to explore these ruins.