The footprints leg to a small house, partially sunk into the muck. Looked like some sort of capitol building back before the town was flooded.

There, inside, was a number of peculiar sights. Around the building, placeed out of the mud and water onto dry surfaces, were stacks of stones. Each of them about 5 to 7 stones in height, all placed around the room in clusters. Whoever had done it must've had a lot of time on their hands, a good reason, and a delicate touch. 

From the end of the room, beyond the entrance, came a soft glow from one of the doorways.