Round 29

Morning light streams through stained glass windows high above, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the dusty floor. The air in the basement is thick with the scent of sex and desperation. At the top of the stairs leading up to the main church level, Jeane stands nude save for her usual silver necklace—her crimson eyes scanning the darkness above for movement. Silra hovers nearby, a wicked-looking dagger drawn and ready in one hand. The rogue's pointed ears twitch with every creak of the ancient wood as she descends back down, blade held low against her thigh where morning light won't catch it.

Every creak of the wooden stairs feels like an alarm bell to Silra—the two civilians stirring awake upstairs represent a clear and present danger. Her teal eyes track every shift of light across the women's skin in the sanctuary above, cataloging details that could be useful later… or incriminating. The elf's pointed ears twitch as she listens for more movement, every creak of the floorboards above sending a jolt through her exhausted body.

Jeane watches Silra descend with an appraising gaze—blade already drawn, pointed ears twitching for any sound from above. That elf girl is bloodthirsty, she says with a cold smirk, always eager to cut problems away. Her red eyes fix on the rogue at the top of the stairs—body still nude save for her silver necklace, traces of last night's exertions still visible in the morning light. But we're not murderers… yet.

Jeane pulls her makeshift binding components closer—a small bundle of ropes and cloth retrieved from downstairs. Her gaze lingers appraisingly on Silra, conflict evident in her crimson eyes. We need to handle this situation carefully. The civilians upstairs must remain undisturbed or neutralized quietly—any loud noises could compromise everything and alert the authorities.*