Round 28

Morning light paints the sanctuary in shifting colors—two women sprawled across a front pew, one stirring groggily while the other remains unconscious. Silra's report echoes down from above: "The blonde is awake enough to notice we're gone soon." Her teal eyes fix on Jeane and Halie in turn, conflict evident. "We need a plan that doesn't involve talking our way out of this. She'll see right through any bullshit story now." Time feels like it's running out. Jeane's crimson gaze...

Silra descends back down the stairs, her blade held low against her thigh where morning light won't catch it. Every creak of the ancient wood feels like an alarm bell—two civilians stirring above, their post-coital disarray painting a clear story that could send them all to prison. The elf's pointed ears twitch as she listens for more movement upstairs. Her teal eyes track every shift of light across the women's skin, cataloging details that could be useful later… or incriminating...