Ixa tugged at one of the vines growing nearby. At the slight rockslide that followed, they quickly changed their mind. Unstable.
The air was eerily still, like dust that had been settled for decades - it only needed a little movement to start a storm. The only sign of movement other than the pair was the river, and that ... well, reportedly that wasn't safe either.
"So, what's the story with you and the river?" Ixa said as they prodded at some of the rubble.