Ruins all had a look of.... ruin to them. Desolation, abandon, emptiness. Alana imagined, if ruins were people, they'd be like an old man who fathered no children, whose friends were all dead, who never made new friends, and who was forgotten, sitting in the corner constantly sighing sadly. Usually there was nothing to find in ruins, no people to help. Alana rarely explored ruins herself, but still found the stories behind ruins to be oddly fascinating. The ruins they approaches definitely appeared to be once some sort of town. Run down houses and broken walls scattered throughout the area, leading all the way to the back of the town where what appeared to once be a cathedral stood. Alana fanned herself at the sight of all the dust and dirt. She wrinkled her nose as she remember the other reason why she disliked going to ruins - she was mildly allergic to dust. She could already feel the itch in her nose, but it was too late to turn back now. "Well.. I think this is it... A-CHOO.." Alana blushed as she pinched her nose. "Sorry... I'm a little allergic to dust."