Altared beginning 6

"Should never have left her alone", the witch muttered to herself, as she passed through the waterfall. They had spoken briefly as Seline had woken, after first discovering this altar. The young wizard remembered nothing of her actions, yet was troubled by another dream while she worked furiously below. A strange woman, some sort of ceremony. 'Why me?' 'What is it?" Seline lay frightened on the bed asking questions neither of us could answer. Danthor had run off looking for his own explanations, and I needed my own. "One for me, one for you and one for eternity" she mumbled repeatedly as she sank back to sleep. Tracings I needed tracings of this thing, its peculiar symbols, that's why I'd left her in the first place. There was more to the altar now, the little pockmarks across its surface was filled with gems, the results of my leaving Seline alone. She'd come back and activated this altar, a bright ring of light now visible in one corner. The lightning bolts and daggers, 3 of each I copied, the rest having to draw myself, not one of my better skills. Danthor and Seline sat together in the healing chamber as I returned, Seline still visibly shaken from her ordeal and desperately in need of proper sleep. "Stay with her Danthor, she needs rest." I asked him quietly, "I have a meeting to attend, we shall know more soon."