As the pair approached the ruins, Kresst was almost as entranced as Mevenn, though perhaps for somewhat varying reasons. One thing he was certain of, however, was that he could feel what Mevenn was feeling. The force felt almost like a beacon to him as well, drawing them in towards its center. It was not strictly light nor darkness, but rather something more...natural, in a way. Though, the source was anything but. 

Kresst climbed down off of the speeder the moment Mevenn stopped. The ruins were far from in good condition, so he could not be completely certain what he was looking at just off of first impressions, but he had a rather strong inkling of it. The scholar in him wished it was something he could have found long before their current crisis. It was something he wished they could simply stop and study, especially with the presence it carried with it in the Force. It was a place of life and death, a place with a story he wished he could take the time to read in every crumbling brick. "I...did not know there would be a place like this here. What do you think draws you here, Mevenn?"