The old worn trail through the underbrush stops at the entrance to an

ancient, forgotten ruin, whose stone form has crumbled under the

weighty yoke of time. Thick brown vines creep up the wall and through

cracks in the stone, while all manner of weeds and plants have grown

up through the flagstones. To the north, the entrance to the ruin is

blocked by a mound of rubble, that might be cleared with some heavy

toil.