Leon arrived at the table, with a satisfied look on his face.
"I've gotten us a place to stay," he said. "I also signed you all in, so we can move in now."
Elizabeth looked up from her seat, concern flickering across her features.
"What about the altar? Have you found a suitable one yet?"
Leon shook his head. "Not yet. But the settlement's commander promised he'd keep me updated once something worthwhile shows up."
Her lips pressed into a thin line. "Alright."
There was a reason for her caution, and Leon shared it. They couldn't waste time clearing lower-tier altars. Once they entered a trial, there was no telling how long they would be trapped inside. Worse, the rewards of a lesser altar would never align with what Leon truly needed. To him, anything short of the Tier VII altar wasn't worth the risk.
So they waited.