The group convened in the war chamber of the castle, their hushed tones and grave expressions a testament to the weight of their discussion: where to secretly conceal the sceptre. The scepter, now in their possession, rested on the table before them, its presence impossible to ignore. It was a reminder of the danger it posed should it fall into the wrong hands. Each of them knew that this was only the beginning. The real battle lay in keeping it out of Xal'dar's reach.
Shania, pacing back and forth in the room, spoke first. "We can't simply leave it out in the open. Even though it's impervious to magical detection, Xal'dar has ways—followers that could track it down here." she said, her voice carrying the weight of responsibility as her hand rested briefly on the hilt of her blade as though ready to defend the artifact at a moment's notice.