The fourth day, it was Famine's turn to be a little bit cranky - something he never really dealt with before he was suddenly... human. He was tired (which was strange). Annoyed (which wasn't at all strange, but still negative). He didn't appreciate this feeling of being shuffled along, especially through somewhere like this. Well, on the one hand, the sight of a land in ruin was always a welcome sight in his eyes. But, on the other, he was experiencing this as a powerless human and was seriously on the edge of lashing out at someone instead of maintaining his normal cool. It was... very uncomfortable.

But amongst all the ruin and the nothing and the broken scenery all around them, he did spot that intact thing in the distance. It was too much of an anomaly to ignore. He wondered how it managed to survive whatever had happened here however long ago, but he didn't feel the need to ask. Besides, it's not like any of his pilgrimage companions would know.

He nodded in its direction, then pointed, and turned to see if anyone else was looking. "There may be something worth seeing over here," he offered, voice slightly raised just to get anyone's attention.