Old and delapitated the structure that once stood here is nothing more than a bunch of rubble covered in scorch marks and ash. Vines, dried from exposure to the sun, twine endlessly over the stone pillars and anything near them. The air here is heavy, reeks of wet stones, dry earth and ash from the yonder landscape. There really isn’t anything here that would interest most but for lone wolves the buildings of the ruin provide adequate enough shelter.