Stefan paused outside the doorway to this section of the ruins. Esper halted at his feet. Giving the place a quick look over with a glance before moving forward again when Esper gave him no warning.

This place had long since been looted of all the obvious items worth taking. However that did not erase everything. There was still the architecture and the carvings. All the little things that most looters paid zero attention to. The things that told people who lived here before. How they lived. Granted the items taken often helped immensely but Stefan could make due without them. It was good practice as well. Even if he would have preferred to have something to return with other then information.

Stefan paused at what looked to have once been an alter to the Twelve. Or maybe just one of the Twelve. It was hard to tell with the age of the ruins and the lack of items. All the same, this was clearly the inner sanctum of the ruins. A divine room where the people who had lived here would come to pray.

Continuing past the alter to check the walls for any further clues. Leaving Esper to guard his back as he studied. Especially since the mage often got far too absorbed in his work. It was the carbuncle’s job to watch over him. Esper always had his back.

Thankfully though this trip was peaceful. There was no real reason for most to come to a building long forgotten and already looted. Stefan practiced his skills of study for a couple of hours before Esper reminded him of the hour. Just a simple tug on his pant leg. Stefan tried not to be caught in ruins after dark.

One last look around the Sanctum before heading towards the door with Esper in tow.