It's the remains of a stone structure that probably fell down here through the crevice.
There's a piece amongst the rubble that looks like a bolt, or a key. It's intact.
That's a Maerum city!
It's a deserted Maerum city
Big nests, once housing the Alatien, but now empty and in disrepair.
Alatien nests.
This has got to be the place where the Alatien and Maerum once lived in harmony, side by side, and where Tanyenn grew in abundance.
It's...amazing. This place is so beautiful, and the scent -- of sea and rock and nest...
...this scent is of home.
The stone is now whole, Windbringer, and the Alatien and the Maerum will once again be as one. You may take it with you.
As do we, Maerum, and we pledge to do all we can for this to happen.
We are here, Waterstiller, as was promised.
Good. Now, as representatives of your respective people -- you, the Queen of a Maerum city, and you, guard to the Alatien Teller -- must fulfill the prophecy and join the two parts of the one stone.
We hope that our people may be joined again, Alatien, and that we may live in peace and prosper.
Thank you, the both of you.
Come now, April, and we will take you to our sleeping god. May his wisdom guide you and lead you down the right path.
This was home, a long, long time ago, according to the Tales. We lived in peace with the wettail-- With the Maerum, back then.
Now you'll be able to live in peace again, and with the Tanyenn bringing fish to your doorstep, you'll be able to eat well and restore strength to your bones.
They said they would. Hush! I hear something.
Soon, you might even be able to soar on the winds for days, like you used to do.
I hope you are right, Windbringer. And I hope that the wet-- The Maerum will see the sense in it too. They are coming, are they not?