In the end, there wasn't much they could do to the strange ritual altar. The black stone-like material it was made out of was harder than they anticipated, and their weapons did no harm to it. Wit time passing, they decided to leave before it was too late. As far as it was concerned, this was enemy territory.
…
"Someone found the altar? The elves…" A dark figure in a cloak said to himself while strolling through the forest. "They shouldn't be able to find that place, I made sure of it specifically… I need to hurry back before the memories disappear."
…
Their journey was long, but as they made a straight travel back home, it didn't take as much time as it would if were to stop and take detours. As they neared their camp, Zarra, scouting ahead as always, stopped abruptly. She raised a hand, signaling for the others to halt.
"What is it?" Lance asked, stepping forward.
"Elves," Zarra replied, her voice low. "The same group from before."
