Meanwhile back on the outskirts of Blueflame, Elder Mo and Tarkos were still in the process of investigation.
It had already been over two days since the incident and they hadn't stopped trying to find clues.
Elder Mo spoke slowly. "That kind of spatial distortion doesn't happen on its own. Someone manipulated the grove. Most likely someone who didn't want him leaving with that seal information."
Tarkos punched his palm. "Then we find them."
They had been trying to trace spiritual energy signatures and searching nearby terrain. But finally, one of their leads yielded fruit.
Inside a nearby outpost tavern at the edge of the northern ridgeline, they found a stablehand who worked at the route leading to the grove.
The stablehand looked nervous when Elder Mo questioned about any suspicious sightings.
