Ashelia walks along, keeping pace and sharing words with those in her party she knows bit better. Gazing at their surroundings, she can't help but be reminded of Giruvegan, though the similarities stop after their underground location. There's no mist here, of course - in fact, despite this being ostensibly the temple for the most powerful eidolon in the pantheon, there doesn't seem to be anything distinctly magickal about anywhere.

The young queen sighs lightly as she walks up to the collapsed building. "Over that way, then?" She looks over at the pillars, brow furrowed in thought. "Tanks, as some of you seem fond of calling them, perhaps should take point into the arcade?"