As the party scoured the area and healed up their companion elf, Eilina had noticed the spellbook among his belongings as she helped gather them together. "A wizard, hm?" she asked, holding out the book for him to accrpt. "Explains why you got cut down so fast. You did well to last as long as you did without your focus. We should swap spells later, if you feel up to it."

The discoveries soon drew her attention away, and Eilina joined Ulor by the altar. "Look... the altar itself is clean of blood, but at the edges, there's a few spatterings. That means either this altar was placed here on top of a pol of blood, or..." Before another word left her mouth, she had drawn her dagger, lightly slicing the palm of her hand and letting droplets of blood spill onto the altar. As they landed, the crimson immediately faded, absorbed into the altar. "Or this ritual drank the blood, giving the life energy to the other creature. If we were even a few days later, that wyrmling may have absorbed enough power to be as strong as a dragon youth... and that would have been bad for Bourgund."

The beckoning from Yvah drew the others' attention, and as she made herself visible to the apparent prisoners, they recoiled from the closed door for a moment. One elderly human pressed forward, staring at Yvah with distrust. "Protect us, hm? We heard you fighting out there. How did a mere kurjian girl take out a dragon and a devil? Or are you working with them?!"

"Hush, Gramps," came a feminine voice from a small halfling woman. "We've had just about enough of that ungrateful attitude." She pulled the older man aside and pressed her face against the barred door. "Thank you so much. One of the guards had the keys. They left just as the fighting started. I'm so relieved that someone came to find us. I thought we were all going to die."

"We were!" retorted the older man. "That was the plan, what with them altars and sacrifices and such. Now get us out of here! My old bones can't take the dampness much longer. What are ya waiting for?!"