While out foraging, Jacques had felt a strange energy, a pull as though someone, or something, was tugging gently at his soul. At least, that was how he might describe it later. His interest piqued, he tucked a held leaf away in the satchel which hung about his neck and set out to find what pulled. Eventually he began to have an inkling of where he was heading, and picked up his pace confidently. His suspicions were confirmed as he reached the treeline and a clearing he had visited as a child came into view. His mother had told him that it was shrouded by a magical barrier for much of the year, so it's being exposed meant summer was officially upon them.

To him the shrine appeared much as it did when he was a child, a collection of massive stone slabs forming a sort of lean-to. It was a large, somewhat haphazard structure with a small double-gate of stone, and all over were carved hundreds of thousands of runes, roughly hewn into the stone. As he approached, curiosity overwhelming his other senses, the runes seemed to glow faintly, as if in encouragement. Stopping just before the gate, he stared up at the structure for a moment before settling to the ground and allowing himself to sink into a light meditation as he asked of Eidolon's guidance, as his mother had taught him.

Thought. "Speech."»Telepathy«