Asana's eyes narrowed on the structure a moment as they drew near. His hands grasping the hilts of Vengeance and Courage. Sliding them out of his scabbard he knew full well that what ever was inside would not be happy to see them. He could taste the cooked blood in the air, which made his stomach turn a little. He had been to many body burnings including the plague but never was the stench and taste on the air so strong as it was in this former great jewel of a city.
Slowly he began to descend to the hard ground. His eyes turned towards lox for a moment, before drifting to Rand and Aramil. It seemed they had two members who maintained a hardened combat line, a spy, a disgruntled old man and a seer. Granted it was not the ideal group for fighting a cult, but you take what you get. Looking to Baros he signaled with his hand to stop approach.
Raising his other hand slowly he pointed to Rand a moment before indicating his eyes and pointing towards the temple. Meaning he wanted Rand to take a look first and then come back and report what kind of trouble they should expect. The only worry Asana had at the moment was the pyre of smoke was so visible that it may be a signal for others to find where the advanced scouting party had made camp.
Slowly he began to descend to the hard ground. His eyes turned towards lox for a moment, before drifting to Rand and Aramil. It seemed they had two members who maintained a hardened combat line, a spy, a disgruntled old man and a seer. Granted it was not the ideal group for fighting a cult, but you take what you get. Looking to Baros he signaled with his hand to stop approach.
Raising his other hand slowly he pointed to Rand a moment before indicating his eyes and pointing towards the temple. Meaning he wanted Rand to take a look first and then come back and report what kind of trouble they should expect. The only worry Asana had at the moment was the pyre of smoke was so visible that it may be a signal for others to find where the advanced scouting party had made camp.