Round 37

The wardstone pulsed again—louder this time—and the entire building groaned around them like a beast stirring from slumber. "This isn't some cheap theater performance," Jeane said, her voice cutting through the tension. "If we're doing this... if Silra's little scheme has any hope of working..." Her eyes locked onto the elf woman with a cold intensity that seemed to freeze the air between them. The wardstone pulsed again—louder this time—and the entire building groaned around them like a beast stirring from slumber. "This isn't some cheap theater performance," Jeane said, her voice cutting through the tension. "If we're doing this... if Silra's little scheme has any hope of working..." Her eyes locked onto the elf woman with a cold intensity that seemed to freeze the air between them.