Round 6

As Jeane stepped into the ash, her cold demeanor was a stark contrast to the tempest raging above. The wind whipped her cloak into a frenzy, yet she moved with an unnerving calmness, her eyes fixed on Gravedigger Renn with a mixture of disdain and curiosity. Silra watched from the shadows, her teal eyes narrowing as she observed Jeane's every move, her silver-blonde hair catching the faint moonlight that struggled to penetrate the storm clouds.

Jeane's gaze lingered on Gravedigger Renn, her expression unyielding despite the turmoil within. She had dealt with cowards before, and this specimen was no different – a rat in human clothing, all of them. Silra's voice cut through the wind, laced with a sharp edge as she addressed Gravedigger Renn once more. Jeane's eyes flickered towards Silra, her crimson gaze lingering on the elf rogue woman before returning to Gravedigger Renn.