They unexpectedly find their goal.

Test Expected Scene (CF: 4). 1d10=2. An Interrupt Scene!
Fate Roll: Random Event Focus. 1d100=69. Close a Thread.
Hmmm. I'm not really tracking threads in the way that Mythic expects, but Gilia and co. definitely have a clear goal, and it's about the only thing that's immediately relevant. So I'm going to say this means that they - rather unexpectedly - find the ruin they were looking for!

The group sets out when Gilia's redressed, hoisting her crossbow and lugging the cookware as best she can. They tramp through the woods, Jamir occasionally glaring at her, Turuk flying ahead. Gilia does her best to smirk at the halfling wizard whenever she catches him looking. Serve you right, jerk. She tries not to think about what'll happen if he ever finds out she's bluffing about the Curse of...whatever that was.

"I expect we've another day or two of searching ahead of us," Hal says as they walk. "After all, we can't expect to just trip over - ahhhh!"

The gnome suddenly plummets out of sight as he trips over a tree root. "Hal!" Gilia cries, hurrying forward. Bodill shuffles after her, looking alarmed, and the two of them peer down the slope that Hal's rolled to the bottom of. The gnome lies there, looking slightly dazed.

"I'm all right..." he calls up to them. "And it looks like I've...found what we were looking for. Or something, at least."

Completely overgrown with ivy and interspersed with trees, the ruins of a stone building stand before him. Gilia, Bodill, and Jamir descend the slope more carefully as Hal picks himself up. "No harm done," he tells them. "And look at this place...I suspect it's our goal! Do you feel that?"

Gilia takes a deep breath. She does feel it - a sensation of peace, of ease that fills her as she looks at the ruins. A soft golden light seems to suffuse the area, and the birds are oddly quiet. It's as though the whole area has been muffled in a soft blanket. "It feels...nice," she says.

"Indeed...which is why we'd best be on our guard," Hal says, drawing his sword. Jamir mutters something and his eyes glow.

"Aye, the whole place's full of magic," he reports. "We'd better go carefully...where's the strix?"

"Not sure," Bodill says. "Might not be able to see us down here."

"He could hardly miss these ruins as long as he comes back along our path," Hal says confidently. "Let's do some initial scouting, at least. We can always get out of it and climb the hill to find him again. I'll take point; Bodill, you look for any traps, though I doubt there's much left. Jamir, you keep an eye out for magic." The halfling nods, eyes still glowing. "Gilia...bring up the rear and keep an eye out and that crossbow ready, eh?"

"Right," Gilia says nervously. She follows the others as they move, slowly and carefully, into the roofless ruin itself.

It's a strange place. Green-golden light suffuses the ruin, since there are no doors, windows, or roof, but the standing stone walls, despite their greenery, are still tall enough to form something of a maze. They take one turn, then another, and Gilia starts to get nervous that she's lost track of where they came from. Hal and the others move confidently enough, though, and she tries to just stick with them. She can hear Hal and Bodill muttering - something about "center lines" and "typical architecture," but at the back of the group she can't quite make out the details.

Then, as they go around a corner, she hears strange music. It's barely discernible, wafting toward her on the breeze as though from far away...but it also seems like it's coming from just around the corner they didn't choose. She hesitates, torn. A part of her badly wants to investigate that - after all, it would be a good feather in her cap to discover some ancient magic here. And the music is very pleasant...she would like to hear more...