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Seeker	Old, rotten wood struggles to hold up the remnants of this dilapidated ruin; it has lost most of this battle. A first age temple to some minor god, forgotten in time. Not a god of note due to the shoddy construction. Vines and ivy cover most of the walls. It gives the location an cheerful green tone. They mark where the rooms use to be and cover anything that is left. The ceiling in the main hall is mostly collapsed. Though the roof to one of the side rooms still holds. This is where Seeker is. Papers are splayed over the floor as he gingerly moves from one page to the next of brittle tomes, scrolls, and parchment. His other hand jots everything down on new pieces of paper. He is enthralled in his work, humming to himself.
Neza	It had been a small amount of coin, but the job itself was little in the way of danger. An esoteric academic with a passing interest in interest wasn't willing to go himself, but was willing to pay someone to tell them whether or not something was worth time. In this case, that someone was Neza. Her footsteps soft on the ground, each step a careful one to not disturb the already tenuous structural integrity. The smell of must and age was difficult to deal with, and for it, she wore an additional wrap over her already covered face. The natural surrounding, however, was always impressive, and the verdant nature of the East was something she always welcomed. It was almost going to be a crime to charge the academic, seeing as all she had done so far was to take a pleasant walk. But she would have to tell him that so far, she had seen little of note, though certainly no bandits or madmen. At least, that is how she had thought, passing as she does, through the center room, following the sounds of a man's humming, and the smell kicked up by papers and activity in offense to the stillness of age. On seeing him, she stops, and she watches, but she does not speak.
Ignis	Likewise careful and observant is Ignis, who makes his way into the area from the opposite end of the great temple hall from one of the side rooms with an opening that likely leads back out into the verdant forest lands. Rumor mongering and curiousity have led him here to this place and he cuts his gaze over the fallen pillars and time worn statues with a gaze that some might find surprisingly sharp and astute despite the things he is studying and taking in being matters of ancient exploration and ruins and not swordplay and battle. Some doubt lingers on him though as he treads across the broken moss covered and vine enwrapped stone. "..Is this really from the First Age? Perhaps that is unlikely though this is indeed very old. Still..Shogunate Era..perhaps? Pre Contagion?" His voice trails off as he finally makes deliberate note of the others present. He probably already knew they were there, being not one for being easily surprised or caught off guard, but he puts on a good enough show of mildshock and surprise. "Well..is this a picnic spot or was I misled..." His voice trails off as he gets a good look at Seeker and the brush he carries and then when he finally realizes he knows Neza from before. Seems like he can be surprised after all.
Seeker	Seeker's humming stops at the words and a little yelp of "Who!?" can be heard as he jumps a bit. Engrossed in his work, he didn't know anyone else was there. Not like he's that good at paying attention anyway. Finally confirming that he wasn't hearing voices by seeing the two, he puts down his writing instruments and stands carefully. "Hello!?" "Hello!?" "Hello!?" He says in Rivertongue, Skytongue, and Forest-Tongue hoping that one of them would be recognized. He continues on in Rivertongue as that is the most common in this parts from what he has gathered. "Here to see this pitiful attempt at recreating a first age temple soon after the Usurpation?!" Now that he sees them better and their equipment, he's not so sure they are here for the same thing he is. Though, the massive sword with one brings a light to his eyes. "Oh! That looks interesting!" he says pointing at the Daiklaive and moving towards it.
Neza	A place of old gods. But no signs of threat, or of much interest. There are other greater and more pervasive threats she has seen. Or, perhaps more accurately, more immediate threats than the place choked by vines and the weight of ages. Her head inclines, hearing Riverspeak first and foremost. She lowers her head, a small bow. The man had given a good deal of information already. "So this is not a place of worship?" No sooner had she asked than does she realize the other. A flash of recognition behind the bead veil. "If this is not the picnic spot, it could be one. It's peaceful here," she admits. "And not so lonely as it would appear to be."
Ignis	"Perhaps a might bit musty..and maybe dangerous for a cozy bit of eating and lounging though.." says Ignis to Neza with a smile and an uprised eyebrow. In the next instance, the blond man has laid his hand carefully on the cross guard of his daiklaive and he clucks his tongue a few times before waving a finger back and forth at Seeker, "Ah. ah, ah now. You can look..but don't touch." Seeker was drawing entirely to near to Ignis for his own sense of comfort and the blade was..apparently quite special to him. "I wager this blade might be older then this ruin.. but perhaps the same can be said for that trinket as well." He nods his head towards the Orichalcum brush.
Seeker	Looking at what he can, scanning the craftsmanship, rune, essence lines, any bit of information is identified, cataloged, and analyzed. The longer he looks the more his eyes widen in excitement. "Mine just is," he says dismissively. "Yours on the other hand..." He leaves it trailing. "That is a masterpiece! Reminisce of the First Age Daiklaive's crafted by Merce Lindor with the power to raise up kings to glory!" He continues inspecting and off handily states, "Looks like there is much dormant in this." "I'm Seeker by the way," he passively states as if it was expected of him. He continues to draw closer seemingly forgetting the warning from earlier.
Neza	It is everything for Neza to avoid laughing the closer she sees this curious scholar get to Ignis. It was one thing for her to be made uncomfortable by the forwardness and insightfulness of a stranger, getting the chance to see it happen to another is much more amusing. Her snickering laughter shakes the beads of her veil. Though she still keeps most of herself hidden with that cloak. "Maybe, sir, you will find that he's more likely to demonstrate if you ask him. After all, I'm certain he doesn't wish to wound you if you happen to get too close and cut yourself." A softspoken interjection from the tall woman, and one given more out of politeness than actually wanting to see this show end prematurely.
Ignis	At first he's flusterd. Ignis blinks a few times and is at a total loss for words. The tables have, indeed, turned compared to that other day in the arena when poor Neza was the target of the proverbial spot light being shined right on her. By contrast, Ignis is one that naturally gravitates towards said spotlight but..usually on his own terms if he can help it and certainly not without his secrets being spilled to the world by a nosey loremaster with no restraint. And so anger is the next stage here. Though not just any sort of anger but a sort of commanding, numbing, aura that seems to burn with fire and bite with cold at the same time. The threat of a Great Cat warning off a would be attacker just by being itself. Such an aura focuses on Seeker though it is easily sensed to any who observe. "That's -enough-. You talk to much, loremaster. You don't have my permission to speak so freely about these things or reveal sacred matters without my leave."
Seeker	Seeker stiffens at the abrupt tongue lashing and the presser put off by Ignis. He reflexively steps back and his lips tighten. "You told me not too, and I got too close..." he says to himself as a reminder as to why he is being chastised. Fist comes to open palm as he bows at the waist. "My apologies sir. It's extravagance had me enthralled." He stays in this position not wanting to offend an individual that would wield a weapon that large.
Neza	A step back, a lowered head. Her at twitches at her side. She could relinquish her hold on her spear, call it to hand. Every bit of her instinct calls to defend here. But she holds. The scholar backs down. There shouldn't be a threat. But all the same, Neza remains tense, and she remains vigilant, watching Ignis. But with tensions high, she finds a suggestion. "Perhaps, Seeker, you could tell us what this place is then? I don't think the walls will be offended if you approach them."
Ignis	Ignis closes his eyes as if recovering himself. He frowns, still looking annoyed but perhaps it's more at himself though. A glance to Neza and he quickly observes her own tension at his actions and after anoher pause he nods his head though some smouldering remains in his eyes and tone as he turns to Seeker, "Yes. As she said and.." he pauses, considering his next words before continuing, "..There is a danger in openly revealing such things without consideration for the consequences. What's done is done though. I suppose there's no trying to hide matters any further. Neither of you seem inclined to go running for the nearest Wyld Hunt." With that he calmly unhooks the blade and scabbard from his sword belt and takes it up into one hand, away from him, to let Seeker - and Neza if she's inclined - to get a better look.
Seeker	Oh Boy Does He! Now invited, but not touching, Seeker is inspecting the weapon. Paper an quill in his hand. Notes being scribbled. "Interesting" or "Really" or "Fascinating" is peppered in to a seemingly continuous stream of "hmmm", "ahhh", "ohhh". Once again enveloped in his own little world.
Neza	"I have seen your swordsmanship before," Neza says as she allows herself to walk closer to the others. "I don't wish to incur wrath." And in a moment of wry reality, she adds, "Nor do I wish to draw the attention of the Wyld Hunt." Mistakes may be made in that case. She doesn't put too much attention to Ignis' weapon, after all the scholar is already showing how intent he is in his attentiveness. Instead, Neza heads to the walls to look over their old, but apparently reproduction, designs. "Did I hear correctly, scholar, that this is not truly as ancient as it appears?"
Ignis	"I don't think you intend to go blurting out what might very well be secrets and ancient knowledge right infront of whoever happens to be around." says Ignis with a mild look of amusement on his face as he looks to Neza, "But fair enough.." he sighs and shakes his head in thought, "..But appreciate you not wanting to draw the Wyld Hunt in. Great Forks and the great wide fields of THe East might allow a degree of flexibility and freedom but I don't necessarily want to go -inviting- battle. Mostly." He is, after all, not exactly hiding his equipment or tip toeing to heavily around his implied nature. He then looks to Seeker, not saying anything else about his weapon and waiting to see if there is an answer to the riddle of these ruins.
Seeker	While still intrigued by the weapon, he has been asked a question. "These ruins, they appear to be from the First Age even under this layer of overgrowth," he states matter of factly as he sweeps his arms gesturing to the area. "A well crafted replica I might add! Some of the later texts in the room are in Dragontongue, Shogunate era and all. They mention the changing religious landscape and how they had crafted the temple so it could be "updated" as philosophies needed to be changed." Seeker stands there confident in what he's informed the others and seems to want confirmation of either his factual knowledge or the fact that he was able to answer the question.
Ignis	Ein Solus is lifted and shouldered, pulled away from Seeker as Ignis considers the an. He inclines his head and glances at Neza before commenting, "I can't imagine the god this temple was dedicated to was uninvolved or..pleased at any meddling just for the sake of aesthetics. Also strange this wood has survived this long... The First Age was..an incredibly long time ago. Nations..civilizations..have risen nad fallen since that time.."
Neza	A short nodding of her hat is Neza's response. "I don't know much of the history of this place. Just that it's old," she admits her lack of knowledge in the area. Still, she looks at the carvings and motifs along the walls. Her attention draws along, toward the wood. She simply shrugs and offers, "Perhaps the god isn't so upset after all, if they're allowing the wood to hold it. It is a rather lovely disrepair."
Seeker	"Excellent point with the wood," Seeker exclaims. "Wood lasting this duration implies either enchantment, an unknown curing technique, or favor from the god. Though I'm still not sure which god." He moves back into the room he started in cautiously stepping over the papers littering the floor. "I don't think we'll find the answer in here," he muses. As he starts to gather his papers, he comments "Not much is left in here for me now. I might look for a lower level." He stops short as if remembering something. "Oh ya, what were you guys looking for her?"
Neza	"Gods may change. Faces can change. But that doesn't make them different," Neza says, looking at the walls, leaning close in. She reaches to touch the old edifice, her hand coming from the cloak, a sharp, claw-like nail touching the stone. "The god may change aesthetics without being different inside." Her hand disappears back under the cloak quickly as she turns on heel toward the scholar. "I'm sorry, looking for who?"
Ignis	"Answers...clues..a direction." says Ignis, "But I sense I won't find any here. Not related to what I search for." He re-attaches Ein Solus to his belts and then shrugs, loosening up and re adjusting his coat. He turns, seeing Neza's hand the instant before it disappears again. His eyes hood in thought but he says nothing and instead looks back to Seeker as she questions him.
Seeker	Looking a bit confused at Neza's response with 'who?', Seeker runs through the conversations up to this point... "Ah, I misspoke. I meant 'here' but said 'her'. Total misunderstanding, my apologize for that." Toward inis he replies: "Those all depend on the question. If you are looking for early Shogunate era, then maybe though not too much was in there of use." Seeker eyes the remaining walls to try and identify where a basement entrance may be. After a brief study, he walks to an area and stops his foot hoping for a hollow sound.
Neza	"Apologies," Neza says with a nod. "I was distracted. I merely didn't hear you." She follows Seeker with her eyes before shifting her attention off to the opposite wall. "I was sent here on behalf of an interested party. I am to gauge potential threats. But so far, I've seen nothing to report." She leans back as she looks upward, drifting toward the main chamber and to look up and out of the fallen rooftop and the sun coming in from above.
Ignis	"There may be nothing." considers Ignis as he steps over towards Neza in order to get a look at whatever bit of artistry, "No real danger at all. Just legends. Old wives tales or out of date rumors. Our presence here hasn't exactly been subtle. I will say that if truly from the First Age and there are pre Shogunate aspects to this place..then it is possible we're not in the true temple and whatever threat you were sent to investigate may lie further within or slumber as a trap that has not yet been triggered.." He looks towards Seeker as the man proceeds onward but thus far makes no move to follow.
Seeker	A bit of disappointment crosses Seeker's face as the hollow sound he was hoping for doesn't come to pass. "Not sure if there is much else to this place." Content on what he has found, Seeker is ready to head back to some form of civilization. "I'm heading towards Great Forks!" he says excitedly. "Are either of you heading that way?"
Neza	A shake of her head. Neza steps back from the motif. She looks to see Ignis. "Faces, people, symbols. I don't know any of them. But I wonder why they would just make all of this, and to forget it. To be forgotten. It's something I don't understand." She turns from the man, both of them, walking toward the center hall. "I think I have seen everything my employer needs to know of. I will not bother either of you any longer. Until I see you again."