Riin reached the temple after a long run, unawares to the people that were following her. Outside the front of it, She dismounted Nittyo, leaving him to handle himself in the long fields. She trusted him to come when she called. She made her way up the steps, looking around. The room was absolutely full of rubble. From a glance around, she could sense this place was once... holy. 
Not that she was exceptionally religious, but the presence of the altar made it obvious that this was some sort of Shrine. She took a deep breath in, sighing. She had travelled a long way. Perhaps now would be a good time to rest. Then she heard it, the presence of approaching footsteps... hoofbeats, more like. Someone had followed her into the forbidden lands? She drew her broadsword, angry, and turned to face her pursuers.