[color=goldenrod][i][h2][center]Gerard Segremors[/center][/h2][/i][/color]
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[color=goldenrod]"No."[/color] he grunted evenly, fingers closing on a fragment of paper, almost unfelt beneath the leather and steel. [color=goldenrod]"I learned a lot from my past life, but mercenary work doesn't lend itself to asking too many questions. If it did, I may have turned out smarter."[/color]

Pulling it free, he turned the crumpled mass over in his hand to reveal plain text in smudged, faded ink. Smeared by travel? Sweat from the exertion once the calamity hit? Hard to say, but the contents were, more or less, legible. Their unclarity wasn't rooted in physical tampering.

[color=goldenrod]"Got something."[/color] he breathed, rising to his feet to bring it over to the light, where his partner stood. [color=goldenrod]"Some kind of symbology here. Looks like a gate, almost— couple of standing stones."[/color]

Those last two words rung familiar, somehow. Gerard's brow furrowed. Standing Stones, Standing Stones, Standing Stones...

[color=goldenrod]"Has to be a landmark. And not too far, if they're meaning to squirrel it away with all that risk and subterfuge."[/color]

He leaned on his memory, scouring his mind for what matched those twin pillars, smooth as though thrown in a great river.

At the thought of "water", something he didn't care for clicked. His companion was more of a Mayonite than he— if he could verify the thought, this was a lead.

[color=goldenrod]"Isn't there a shrine around here like this?"[/color]