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A huff. Finwe looked back over at the woman. Yes, well, woefully inadequate is the perfect description for shems. The memories of all the tremendous assholes who'd denied her access to an education all because they were an elf. Knife-ear had come out way too often before she'd finally given up. If not for her own stubbornness and the few friendly faces they'd met, she'd be gutter trash. Or a sewer rat.

At least out here, they were a dirt rat. Fin could live with that; dirt was more fun.

A shrine, she finally answered, having nearly forgotten there was a question after the statement. Maybe a temple if it's more than these few broken statues. Fin gestured around themselves at the broken carvings. The damage made it difficult to see who the deity had been. All she did know was that it was not the Dread Wolf. Fen'Harel monuments were easy to spot. This was not that.

Brushing away some dirt from one of the larger pieces, she frowned at it. It only looked like a lump from here. You see a head anywhere? They'd not found it yet, not before the darkspawn had ambushed them and sent her fleeing.