The blood from beasts was not ideal for Arthur, but he did not complain and returned to the cabin before sunrise.
When he returned, the three elves were still sleeping and looked fine, which was good.
Arthur now knew it was not the beast who killed the elven prisoners but the elves themselves, trying to use their lives to practice black magic.
"I should take them with me through that portal the beast talked about; after that, they can do whatever they want."
So, he went to his improvised bed and tried his best to sleep again, although it was almost impossible for him to do so.
Morning came, and before Arthur woke up naturally, the three elves were already poking him.
"What is this plate armor and cool mantle? Where did you get this?"
They did not have anything, as their belongings were stripped away from them, and the only thing they had was the clothing on their bodies, which was now all ragged after the constant fights with the beasts.