This Place Smells Like Dooooom

It was as she expected. Even when Ardyn joined them, she could see the apprehension as the trio studied what now stood before them. Coran had never seen this before anymore than she had. She frowned as she looked between her soon to be brother in law and her fiance with a shake of her head. "No...with the amount of time we've lived in the West, I am sure we would've seen these before. I know the Western lands like the back of my paw, these are entirely new and yet..." She glanced up at the towering spire with confusion, "They look like they've been here for years..."

The way they looked scarred and weathered. Bleached like bone that had sat under the sun. Something old yet...new. But that was impossible, wasn't it? Then again, thinking back to the Long Night...even the impossible seemed possible. Her attention was drawn then to the carvings he was looking at. Happy...faces? She was suddenly even more unsure as she laid eyes on the terror-stricken face of a creature she didn't recognize. What did all of this mean?