Lyra rose from her spot on the log, her mind swirling with thoughts and possibilities. She paced back and forth, trying to make sense of everything Finrod had just told her. [i]The Blades, protectors of the emperor... temples...ruins... ancient languages[/i]. It was all so much to take in. 

She stopped pacing and turned to face Finrod, her expression serious. "So, we have a choice to make," she began, her voice steady despite the uncertainty swirling within her. "We can either take the time to do some research, try and piece together what we saw and figure out our next move ... or we could just dive right in and head straight to the Skyhaven Temple, since that's pretty much all we have to go off of right now." She paused, her gaze searching Finrod's face for any hint of what he might be thinking.

"Of course, there's also a third option," she continued, her voice dropping slightly. "We could walk away from all of this, pretend like none of it ever happened, and go our separate ways." She hesitated, a pang of sadness tugging at her chest. She wasn't sure if she wanted him to choose that option, even though she wasn't entirely sure she trusted him yet.

As she glanced around at the darkening sky, she realized they would need to make a decision soon. "It's getting late," she said, a note of concern creeping into her voice, "I'm not sure if we'll be able to make it back to the city safely before nightfall. We might need to camp out here." She bit her lip, unsure of everything. 24 hours ago, she would never have imagined she would be standing here, with him, and what they might be about to embark on. But she knew whatever lay ahead of her, she would face it.