Round 1 Transcript

The Narrator lets the room settle and lays out the immediate proposition in concrete terms, making clear that the cast must answer what is being asked of them before anything can move forward.

Jeane listens with a cold smile. Restoring that cursed church is no task for the faint of heart. I see no glory here—only ghosts and hard work. But power… that's another matter. If this cult business pays well enough to fund my research, then perhaps I'll lend my skills. Under one condition: we don't raise the thing beneath the streets unless it can serve me first.

Silra taps a finger against her dagger hilt, eyes scanning the road leading into Gravehill. "So we're not heroes, then? Just opportunists with a shovel and a dubious agenda?" A smirk tugs at her lips. "I'll play along if the coin's right and the risks are known. But I want answers: what exactly did this 'thing' do to earn its bad reputation? And more importantly, how do we ensure the city guard doesn't hang us as blasphemers before we even crack the first stone?"

I look at each of them in turn, my expression stern. I will not be party to this without understanding the full weight of what we're doing. Gravedigger Renn spoke of a thing that moves beneath the streets—a creature our kind would call an abomination. We cannot simply 'grow a religion' by summoning such darkness and expecting only blessings.