There were nothing but ruins of something once homely.
Upon entering through the arch, the away team would enter the northern site of what was once a newborn city. Where once stood a multitude of houses, all that was left of them were their empty rooms and burnt walls, corners covered in weird, circular burn marks. The streets were painted with black in scorch, and littered with broken glass, scattered items, and indiscernible trash.
Looking down south, what seemed like a path down to the river and a broken mill could be seen.