She’d intended to walk the same path that she had that day they wandered the market, but she'd stumbled upon an open expanse of stone instead. Had she taken a wrong turn? She wasn’t quite sure how she’d gotten there. The stone slab appeared to be a gathering area. It was carved with sigils around the corners; ones she recognized from her rune study. Water twisted through thin lines along the outside of the stone slab, trickling to meet together at a semi-hidden stairway that looked as if it dropped off the face of Atlantis itself. 