This ruined and
ancient temple in a central plaza is a collapsed
structure with dozens of stone columns in various
states of preservation. Faded images of vague
creatures are inscribed on many of the collapsed
pillars, the tallest of these reaching the height of a
half-giant. Only Jurgan, a mad earth cleric, with
skin as grey as stone, resides in the ruins on a
semi-permanent basis. Merchants use the pillars to
set up tents at scheduled market days gathering much more people than usual for this somehow is
considered a sacred place. During those market
days, Old Man Jurgan, as he is frequently called,
regales local children with outlandish tales of the
world´s long forgotten past.