Round 4

As they stepped into the darkness, Jeane's words had already taken root, sowing seeds of determination in Gravedigger Renn's mind. The air was heavy with the scent of decay and ash, a constant reminder of the ruin that lay before them. Silra's fingers danced across the stone cross, tracing its surface with an air of curiosity, her eyes sparkling with interest as she searched for hidden secrets.

Jeane's gaze locked onto Gravedigger Renn, her voice weaving a subtle spell of reassurance. "The darkness cannot harm those who command it," she said, drawing upon the unholy symbol at her neck, its surface feeling warm in this ash-choked air. Silra's thoughts turned to the setup, her hand resting casually on the dagger at her belt as she circled the crumbling church entrance like a cat checking a new windowsill.