Round 8

Under the tempest's dark veil, Jeane Cromwell advanced through the ash-choked road with an air of calculated certainty, her crimson gaze locked onto Gravedigger Renn as she addressed Silra: "The mouse squeaks about traps because he knows no other way." Silra crouched low in the ash, her movements fluid and controlled as she circled Gravedigger Renn like a predator stalking prey. Her teal eyes narrowed, her silver-blonde hair catching the faint moonlight that struggled to penetrate the storm clouds.