Closer they came, more obvious it was to them, there are is a bridge that leads to ruins.
They did not step onto the crumbling bridge right away. The winds screamed too violently there, and the shifting stones above the ruin looked ready to fall at any moment. Instead, Thalanir led them around a jut of stone that broke the gale, a massive boulder wedged like a guardian into the cliffside. The air here was calmer, though it still carried the hiss of the storm around the temple.
"This will do," Thalanir said softly, setting his pack down. His eyes, in the dimming light, gleamed with caution.
Renkai gave the stone wall a few hard knocks with his fist, testing its stability. "Better than sleeping on that bridge. Let's get fire going before the night turns this mountain to ice."
