Round 4

As Jeane Cromwell surveyed the ruined city of Gravehill with an air of detached calculation, her gaze swept over Gravedigger Renn's huddled form, weighing his fear as a potential resource. The storm above churned like a cauldron, its power coursing through her veins, and she felt its energy not as threat, but as fuel for her own ambitions. With a curt gesture, she signaled the end of his skulking, her voice cutting through the tempestuous air like a butcher's blade.

Silra circled Gravedigger Renn slowly, her movements measured and calculated, every step a deliberate blind spot in the sea of ash-choked streets. Her voice took on a conversational tone, but its edge was razor-sharp as she asked him to reveal what he knew about the abandoned church, her words dripping with a quiet intensity that brooked no hesitation.