Round 2

As the last rays of sunlight faded beyond Gravehill's ruined cityscape, Jeane's gaze locked onto Gravedigger Renn with an air of commanding intensity. Her voice sliced through the tense atmosphere like a cold blade, "You speak of dangers, but you fail to mention specifics." The rusted key at her belt seemed to gleam in the dim light, a subtle reminder of the tools at her disposal.

Silra watched Gravedigger Renn's eyes dart between the three women and the looming church, her expression a mask of dry amusement. "Increased guard presence," she muttered, her gaze flicking to Jeane and Sister Hale. The air was thick with tension as Silra's hand rested on the hilt of her dagger, ready to strike at the slightest misstep.

Sister Hale listened carefully to Gravedigger Renn's warning, her eyes narrowing as she searched for any inconsistencies in his tale. Her hand tightened around her unholy symbol, a gesture that spoke volumes about her concern for the informant's safety. As the storm overhead rumbled closer, the first few drops of rain began hitting the ash-choked ground around them, each impact sounding unnatural in the eerie silence.