Round 3

As Jeane stepped forward, her boots crunching on the ash-choked ground, gaze fixed on the skeletal remains of the church looming left of the crossroads, Sister Hale's eyes remained fixed on Gravedigger Renn, her huddled form shrouded in worry. The air was heavy with the stench of old death and burnt offerings, but beneath it, something else stirred - ancient stone and darker secrets waiting to be unearthed. Jeane's voice cut through the pre-storm quiet as she pulled her unholy symbol free from under her cloak, its cold weight settling against her palm. "Renn's fear wasn't just for show," she said, her crimson eyes gleaming with a mix of concern and conviction.

Sister Hale turned to Silra, her gaze questioning, as if seeking reassurance in the elf rogue's steady presence. "I will not be the reason we fail this quest before it begins," she stated, her voice firm but laced with a hint of unease. The rusted iron key in her belt seemed to vibrate against her palm, a tangible reminder of the uncertain path ahead. With a deep breath, she turned her back on Gravehill's skeletal church and faced the fork in the road directly, her eyes scanning the dark silhouettes for any sign of danger.