"It's a ruin." Darlae climbed up on top of a dirty pile of stone, peering around.
"I'm aware of that, honey, the question is why is it a ruin?"
"I'm more curious about why the walls are intact. It's like they didn't want anyone messing around with... this," Darlae gestured at the piles of broken, half-grown-over buildings. The crushed wastes of what had once been a castle town. More of a small city.
Brigit joined her atop the hill, planting a hand on her wife's back. "If the warning we got at the last town is any indication..."
"One woman can't just destroy a whole city, can she? Surely she had to have help at least," Darlae argued, kicking an errant brick. It clattered into another half-exposed wall before dropping into a muddy divot.