"Wonk!" Nitwit didn't seem to think there was any problem with it either.

Tars just holds up a hand and turns back to the climb. Almost there.

The old observatory looms into view, rooftop shattered away long ago, the edges of the sandstone worn soft by the wind. Every surface of the rock is carved with intricate images. There are tall figures in robes looming over the crowds of worshipers below. And the face of every one of these robed figures has been dug out, recently, judging by the tool marks. Some so vehemently, they cracked the stone itself.