Round 75

The massive creature took another deliberate step forward into the meager light of Sister Hale's symbol, its form unfolding like dark granite from the shadows. Its eyes burned with an inner fire, the heavy breathing settling into a steady rhythm as if calming itself. Silra's teal eyes narrowed fractionally at the sight, her rogue instincts screaming that this "alliance offer" reeked of setup, even if Sister Hale trusted her blue symbol over common sense. She muttered under her breath, pointed ears twitching as she tracked both the creature's movements and the unnatural shadows pulsing at city limits markers.

Sister Hale studied the stone creature before them, its words carrying weight despite the unsettling breathing pattern. Alliance against the Devourer... I see no reason to mistrust an offer that serves our shared purpose. Her hand rested near her symbol but did not draw it yet. She turned toward Silra with a small smile, acknowledging the rogue's valid concerns about cost and motive. "Your knives are always welcome when facing uncertainty," she said, her voice steady.