"Fairly certain I can," she said, hefting the solidly-built chest, and placing it inside the bag.<br/><br/>The monolith was, indeed, of a very ancient, powerful magic. While he was no historian, it felt like magic older than the Earthfall; even today, with its spells mostly inactive, the lingering conjuration magic was still potent, enough that he can tell it was capable of immense magic when it was active. His first attempts at poking at it seemed to agitate the ethereal spirits around the area, which descended on him, silently howling - harmless, but startling. His second attempt, though, caused the terrain around them to... thin, as the world went gray, though still well-illuminated by the stone. Immediately around him, he'd see the dozen gnomes of Jubilost's expedition, all sleeping peacefully, arrayed around the monolith. They didn't look any worse for wear, at least.