Zada was pondering again, it was curious. No distinctions, no scraps of or ornate cloth, not even a architectural signature. Then again, the simplicity of it all could be the style, the need for distinction spawning what most were used to seeing today, the grandness of it all.
"It is so early they didn't even feel a need to distinct themselves; this was already all they needed and felt distinguished themselves." He kept glancing around, their had to be records, books, tapestry, paintings of it all somewhere. It was almost unnerving in a way. It shouldn't be too early for unwritten history should it? He walked on, getting close the staircase, running his hands through the water, which strangely enough wasn't stagnate from age. Perhaps a natural source...or yet a caretaker. He headed up the stairs, bound and determined to learn more somehow.