A thirty-foot-high hill rose ahead of us, its top too flat to be a natural occurrence. Jutting from the grassy hilltop was a row of ten-foot-tall, bone-white rocks that arced toward the stormy sky like outstretched talons.
When we woke we agreed to try and open the case. I took it outside and tried with all my might, but it wouldn’t budge, and Cyrus was reluctant to try more extreme measures, so I relented.
While Eyvindir questioned the remaining elf, I searched the area, Cyrus guarded the lower level, Ulfgar guarded the stairs, and Xireas kept an eye out from across the room.
