The inhabitants of Flotsam and its surroundings described the nearby elven ruins in less than flattering terms. They mostly limited themselves to "A heap of stones, m'Lord. Don't be goin' there alone, or a nekker will catch ye" and other similar phrases. I learned more when I bought Cedric a drink. Where bindweed and briar entwined splintered marble, buildings of captivating beauty had once stood. Today only the ruins of the baths and elven statues remain, testifying to the past splendor of the place.