Round 2

As they approached the ruined church, Jeane's eyes locked onto the entrance, her gaze tracing the lines of the ancient stone. The air was heavy with decay, but beneath it, she sensed a residual pulse of magic, clinging to the crumbling structure like a ghostly echo. She circled the main entrance, the rusted key clutched in her hand, its significance now clear: this was their anchor, the foundation upon which they would rebuild.

Silra moved with deliberate slowness around the perimeter, her fingers trailing over the cracked stones as if searching for hidden mechanisms or concealed dangers. Her voice carried back to Jeane and Sister Hale, laced with a mix of caution and curiosity. "Keep your eyes open for patrols," she warned, "Gravedigger might have been telling the truth about this place being empty, but his kind usually leaves out the part where it's also booby-trapped or haunted."

Sister Hale stepped forward, her hand on the unholy symbol at her throat, as if to anchor herself to the divine. Her voice was low and steady, a counterpoint to Silra's unease. "We came here for purpose, not treasure nor darkness," she said, her eyes scanning the entrance. "This building needs cleansing before it can be a haven again." With a gentle touch, she traced the edges of the symbol on the stone, as if imbuing it with her own vitality.