I nodded at the structure. “Them.”
“Oh, them. Them’s the Elders.”
“The Elders that were here before we came.”
“But nothing was here before we came.”
“The Elders were here.”
I looked at her. She was joshing me, yea? “When?”
“In the Elder Times; when else, of course.”
I didn’t believe her. There was nought but a mud-bank here before we came.
Because to me, they look like three elders, with heads together, discussing what now to do with the town. Though I suppose they could be wishbones. The giant Roc perhaps?