Round 3

As Jeane approaches the church doors, her eyes scan the cracked stone for signs of recent activity, while Sister Hale presses her palm against the facade, seeking any lingering presence within. The air inside feels heavy with the scent of decay and something older, more ancient. Silra crouches low by the wall, listening for movement or out, ash dusting her leather armor.

Jeane's voice carries a sharp edge as she calls out to Sister Hale, "I walk up to the church doors, my eyes scanning the cracked stone for any sign of recent activity—guards posted, traps laid, or worse." Silra hisses, "The stone is cold against my palm, but it tells me enough: this place has been abandoned long enough for rats to move in and something bigger to move through."

Sister Hale's gaze is firm as she says, "Wait," steel in her voice. Jeane takes a step forward, the sound of scraping stone echoing through the night air.