What once had been a great stone throne in the wilderness was now a tumble of toppled rock, cracked and worn from untold ages of weather. Between the stones now grew a dense tangle of nettleweed and drafflower, soft purple and yellow flowers giving the ruin a solemn beauty.
"This is the place allright!" Tralyn spoke to Elina and Toby while looking out westward to the distant horizon. The wind was whipping and whistling, making Wayfarer's long thick hair billow out toward the sky.
"Who knows," he speculated "Mayhaps it's been a hundred years since another fella made a prayer to the Rider o' the Winds on this spot. For sure, He done called me here to put it right again. Shaundakul wants this shrine made whole."
Tralyn then took some of the stones and assembled them into a sizable cairn, facing westward. He then took a knee and spent a long while in silent prayer as the wind grew to high cresendo.
Elina, the halfling priestess of the Moonmaiden, quietly made a prayer of her own. Toby stood silent, seeming out of sorts and nervous.
Before the sun even reached its high the three turned and made their back for the Dragonspear trail, then onward to the Boersekyr bridge.
The wind quickly subsided from its peak, but stayed brisk throughout the day as tralyn made pace with a spring in his step, his spirit as high as it had been in seasons.
Tralyn is now asking around Boersekyr bridge and Soubar, looking for stone masons and some skilled strong men who might assist him for fair pay as he looks to restore the Shrine of Shaundakul.
((OOC - would love to get some PC together to do this in a larger group
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