Game: Grab yourself a seat, friend.

Reading the scroll comes natural to you, as you pick out the words flawlessly one after the other. The scroll's writing starts to glow brightly as Béke reads off it. Finishing, the glowing dulls as the words fade and the scroll crumbles to dust. The cave is eerily silent now, no humming from the hammer, no distant waterfall or river flow, you try to talk but you hear nothing.

The darkmantles seem a bit disturbed but show no signs that they are aware of the party.
Izen rushes forward, his footfall silent. Ramiel you don't spot any traps of either kind. Béke you let out your sigh and hear nothing.

Ramiel puts out a gesturing hand towards the fancy hammer and mouths to Izen the words, "Take it."

You grip the handle, the glowing ceases and the warhammer briefly flickers with electricity that courses up your arm but does you no harm.

The darkmantles seem more interested in the fact that they lost their vision more than the now "invisible" party below them.

The party makes their way back, uneventfully, your hearing returns. You note the hammer that Izen picked up has stopped its humming.

The group makes their way down the tunnel, bracing themselves as they enter the cold cavern waters, then continue their way further down the stream. You make your way to the end and find the drop off point, the river's flow is gentle enough that you have a steady enough footing to peer over the edge. A crumbling altar of blackened stone looms over the precipice of the falls.

A few common bats scatter at the lantern's light but, aside from them, you see nothing else among the seemingly bottomless pitted waterfall.

The altar is old and has long since crumbled, the base is carved to resemble a pile of bones and the flat top is stained red with old blood. You can't find any other purpose other than it being a forgotten place of worship.