The Red Keep

Gra'akast

Alexis sat by the fountain wondering why she had been drawn her. It could make a good hiding place while she stayed in the Holy City. Not too far from the centre but still, obviously an older section of the city that had fallen out of use.

Despite its age and abandoned state there was no denying there was more to this small building that was immediately observable. A sense of forgotten importance, of long faded power. Her eyes were drawn to the faded walls of the inner garden.

She notices for the first time that she cannot see the crossed tusks of the Twin Gods anywhere, whereas she had not taken one step in the Holy City where the symbol was not on display.

The carvings on the walls are covered with small inverted triangles. The more she looks the more she finds faded etchings of it.

She pulls her map out and looks at the three points that depict the obelisks. She quickly lines them together and stares down at the inverted triangle.

"Ziarae..." The words come to her lips unbound and her eyes are drawn to a broken door on the far side of the deserted garden.