You are standing somewhere in high mountains, in ancient marble ruins, partly carved from the living stone of the mountains. It was a fabulous place, that much is clear. The stones are carved with runes and figures of heroic-looking gryphons, often locked in battle with other gryphons or menacing-looking pegasi.
There are evidences of recent excavation around you.
You hear a noise behind you.
A pale brown middle-aged unicorn mare with light grey mane and blue eyes is approaching you. Her cutie mark is a tattered scroll.
Mare: