During their travels in the feral reaches of Eastland, a trio discusses plans for the future.
"I think it would be in our interest to collect them, for further study."
"Might be worth it."
"Yes, if we're in agreement, I'll collect the artifacts on my return to town."
"Our first study: the dice?"
With consensus reached, each of the three part, choosing their own paths back to where they call home.
Some days later, an old man wrapped in a worn cloak performs a succinct inspection outside the Runewick gate. He takes a moment to pace the circumference of each stone circle, and finding the light agreeable, commits the arrangement to ink upon a scroll. Satisfied that the particulars are captured in his diagram, he stoops to gather the constituents into a dark cloth pouch. Haltingly, he rises, and wends south.
Neither set of dice nor stones are seen in the vicinity of Runewick following his departure.