Ah-shahran is slightly at a loss, or else his mind feels... something is amiss, some strange feeling. He assumes that the doors ahead lead in to another crypt perhaps, the stones clearly serve some purpose- although historically... well, nothing springs to mind. Which is odd- Ah-shahran is quickly frustrated, there seems to be something preventing him from accessing memories in his mind- it's as if, as if a blank page exists in the history book that is his memory.
The Deva is left with a dull ache, a numbing dull ache when he tries to relocate the memories he needs.
From a religious perspective then there have been a number of religions that have used menhirs to create areas for worship, or important locations where ley-lines meet, and yet... Again this doesn't seem to be the case here.
The best that the Deva can come up with is the stones are some sort of protective device and/or display- their function. Ah-shahran shrugs to himself- perhaps the standing stones are magical in nature, perhaps not.
There's something to them though, something portentious, however- for reasons unknown, Ah-shahran is having problems connecting to the memories he needs to access.
"Most odd!"
Ah-shahran states, and wrinkles his nose a little, the air is cold ahead.
