Round 55

As Sister Hale moves toward the right-hand passage, Silra nods in agreement, her eyes fixed on the path ahead. The scraping sound grows louder still, and the air seems to vibrate with an increasing intensity. A figure bursts from the darkness of the corridor, its rough-hewn form silhouetted against the faint luminescence of their symbols. The creature's skin is a mottled mix of earth tones that seem to blend seamlessly into the shadows and architecture around it.

Silra's teal eyes lock onto the figure standing before them, her hand gripping her dagger with cold precision as she assesses every detail of their unexpected visitor. She notes the creature's humanoid shape, its rough texture, and the way it seems to blend with the surroundings, suggesting a deep connection to this place. Her rogue instincts scream warning, even as her mind catalogs observations: the creature's size, its possible intentions, and any potential weaknesses.

Sister Hale takes point, her mace at the ready, but her voice is steady despite the tension thrumming through her body. "I'll take point if it comes to violence—you focus on keeping that symbol ready for whatever might be behind this stone-skin thing." She shifts her mace to a ready position, held at an angle that suggests threat but not immediate attack as she meets the creature's gaze. The air is heavy with tension as they wait for the creature's next move, the scraping sound growing louder still.