Round 6

Silra's voice cuts through the silence with a sharp edge. The elf moves closer, her teal eyes fixed on the stirring figure upstairs—predatory focus mixed with barely contained panic. Jeane descends the stairs slowly, each footfall deliberate despite the exhaustion pulling at her limbs. She takes in the scene clinically: one civilian barely conscious, the other completely out. Evidence of their activities lies scattered around—a half-empty wine bottle, rumpled clothing, and various items that tell a story of debauchery. This is exactly the kind of situation we need to avoid at all costs—two witnesses who could alert authorities or neighbors if they wake. She turns to Silra, her expression grave. We can't leave them up here like this. If they wake and scream, it's over for all of us.