Bones of the past

Erik walked in silence for a time, the half-elf in his hand not being one for conversation. The frustration of his lost memories we're being kept in the back of his mind, he would find a better time to think it out.
The path widened so he could pick up his pace and he noticed the rogue walking ahead as well.
In the new cavern, he breathed deep so he could smell fresh air for the first time. Tranquility entered his mind and he even saw ferns growing in the dim light.
His eyes caught shapes in the distance, large pillars that seemed to grow from the wall itself.
He cautiously approached, gently rubbing the smooth surface in awe. The dust of ages fell from where he swiped, revealing runes.
In shock he stepped back.
"Jormungandr..."