Round 2

As Jeane's crimson eyes locked onto Gravedigger Renn, her voice dripped with practiced velvet, coaxing secrets from his wary expression. "Renn," she said, her words laced with a subtle undercurrent of challenge. Silra, meanwhile, sidestepped the old man's outstretched hands with a fluidity that belied her fatigue, her gaze scanning the crumbling church entrance like a cat inspecting a new windowsill.

Sister Hale approached Gravedigger Renn with measured steps, her eyes seeking to convey compassion rather than disgust. "Renn," she said softly, her fingers closing around the familiar weight of her holy symbol, an anchor of calm in the face of uncertainty. The cleric's steady gaze met Jeane's, a silent exchange of wariness and calculation between the three women.