Alastair stared up at the mountain, a small frown creasing his face. It was cold enough down here, but that seemed like where they ought to go. He and his traveling companion, that is. Leisel was... Strange. But it wasn't all bad to have sturdy company when traveling the empire by foot. All sorts of remarkable things were happening, and not all of them good things. He drew his cloak around him, little more than a tarp he'd acquired from a passing farmer. It kept out the wind, at least. At the moment, he was a bit strapped for currency. But after a meal there wouldn't be much keeping them here...<br/><br/><strong>"So, where is it...? Top of the mountain?"</strong>He asked Leisel with a dull look in his eyes, "<strong>This place doesn't look large enough to have a temple of any kind..."</strong>