The scroll felt colder to the touch now, and he could faintly sense a minuscule pulse of energy from within.
He carefully rerolled the Scroll, tied it with a silk thread, and handed it to Roland, his voice weary.
"The sealing is complete, Mr. Rudolph."
"As long as its structure isn't forcibly damaged or exposed to an extreme Energy environment, the demiplane within should remain stable for several months. But I don't recommend long-term storage. You should find a more suitable place to deal with it as soon as possible."
Roland took the cool Sheepskin Scroll, nodded, and stowed it away safely.
Just then, a stir came from Holland's direction.
"Hey! Fellas! Look at the goodies I found!"
Holland had finished looting and was squatting beside several lavishly dressed corpses.
Spread out before him was a fairly clean, dark cloak—torn from some unlucky soul—upon which a pile of odds and ends already lay.
