He was on one of his traveling explorations. He always felt the need to collect what information he could and to meet anyone he could. You never knew who you could run into out and about. Moving along he found this territory rather luring. Something seemed to beckon him here and the place itself had some sort of odd energy. It was both scary but highly curious. He moved carefully through the territory, checking out every inch. Taking in everything he could and processing all the sights and smells that he could. He came to the shrine and his head raised, eyes taking in the odd formation, trying to analyze it and figure out what in the world it was. Eyes looked over every surface of stone, every marking within the stone before he carefully moved forward for a closer look. What in the world was this place? "Talk" | 'Think'

Navigation -- Alabaster Shrine

The female was on the move again, without No Face for the moment. Her steps were swift, purposeful, as she moved about through the area, dodging imaginary foes as she worked on her movements. Her mind remained sharp, but still Philly felt it wasn’t enough. The girl breathed in and out, focused, almost so much so that she hardly noticed the scent of a stranger on the breeze. Something in her subconscious, however, brought her close to him.

It wasn’t until she saw the man directly, and saw the looming structure before him, that Philomena finally stopped. The girl slowly approached, bright blue hues curiously looking over the shrine. “Huh… what a strange place…” She mused aloud, gaze turning to the man. He was a bit smaller in height than she was, and, for a moment, she wondered if he was part of the Empire. A quick sniff told her that there was a pack scent clinging to his coat.. Though not of them.

Gods, was she becoming paranoid now?

Mentally scolding herself Philly offered a small smile. “Do you know anything of it, sir? Or is it a mystery to you as well?”