The pair moved through the deserted main street, poking their heads into various shops and houses. Keystone quickly noted that while the city seemed to be in pristine shape, there were no signs of any inhabitants anywhere they looked. No tools were charred with the fires of a smithy, no mugs were left on tables in the taverns and no footsteps marked the dirt under their feet. Food and other valuable trinkets seemed to be nonexistent, as was any clothing or other every day items. If there were any stockpiles of valuables to be found, they were not anywhere in their path.

Reverin's tower was clearly visible in the small gaps and side streets, silently towering over the empty houses. No magical protections seemed to surround the fencing, no shimmer warned of the many wards guarding the perimeter. Saran motioned an indifferent 'no' on the presence of magic surrounding the tower, using a long range scrying spell. Erepar's chapel was not visible from inside the city, requiring some travel to get to.

The monk and the mage reached a small square in one of the smaller regions of the city, a place Keystone knew well. Many old and deprecated houses lined the edges of the square, laced with balconies jutted roofs hanging so low one could touch them at will. The center of the square housed a small fountain, much like the big one Keystone had seen in the town's main square. Inside the barren and dried out basin stood an immobile, all too familiar suit of armour with a familiar greatsword planted in the stone in front of it, two gloves resting on the end of the pommel. The suit's empty eye sockets seemed to stare directly at Keystone. The figure was surrounded by a clearly visible pulsating aura. In between the pulses Keystone could see faint images of the Two Stars he knew: a populated square with people walking, thieves weaving in and out of alleys and eyes in every corner.

The headache grew and spread through Keystone's head the moment he saw the statue.