Round 10

As Sister Hale secured the bell tower, her eyes scanned the horizon beneath the storm-dark sky, her weary form a testament to the weight of their quest. Below, Silra's gaze lingered on the cracks in the floor, a spider's web of hidden dangers waiting to ensnare them. "Your staff might collapse the whole thing if..." she murmured, her words a stark reminder that even with the best-laid plans, uncertainty lurked beneath every step.

The air was heavy with the weight of their unresolved fears: the city guard patrolling at night, the old city traps, and something moving beneath the streets. Yet, despite these threats, Sister Hale's resolve remained steadfast, her compassionate face hardened by duty as she took up a defensive stance on the bell tower's edge.