Round 10 Transcript

Silra crouched low as she approached the church entrance, her fingers trailing along the cold stone. Those boot prints led here for a reason—either this place isn't empty like Gravedigger Renn claimed, She shot a pointed glance at Jeane. or someone wants us to think it is. The rusted iron door stood half-open, inviting them inside with the ominous promise of whatever lay beyond.

The storm outside was picking up, rain beginning to fall in heavy sheets that hissed against the ash-choked ground—a blessing and a curse. It would mask their approach but also limit visibility. We should move before this turns into a proper deluge. She drew her dagger with practiced ease, its edge gleaming dully in the lantern light.

To Hale: You two stay close. I'll take point—if anything's lurking in there, I'd rather it come for me first than you two. Her voice was dry, but there was no mistaking the pragmatic concern beneath it. And keep your wits about you. Renn might have been too frightened to lie outright, but omission is just another form of deception. With that, she slipped through the door and into the church proper, her eyes adjusting quickly to the gloom as she searched for any sign of recent occupation—fresh tracks in the dust, disturbed furniture, or worse.

Sister Hale's stomach tightened with unease as she scanned the dark road ahead. The abandoned church loomed like a specter against the stormy sky—a necessary project for the city's restoration, but one that felt increasingly precarious. Silra is right about those boot prints. Too neat to be old tracks. She adjusted her grip on the lantern, its flickering light casting long shadows across the ash-choked ground. Gravedigger Renn—Her voice softened as she looked at the huddled figure. —he was frightened of something more than just the dark. I saw it in his eyes when he spoke about what's beneath this city. The wind howled through the empty spaces of the church, carrying with it a sound like distant sobbing. We should speak to him again before we go inside. Something doesn't add up—either he lied or he knows more than he let on. She moved towards Gravedigger Renn, her voice gentle but firm. Renn? I need you to tell us everything you know about this place. The truth this time. [Sister Hale approaches the informant with compassion and unwavering moral seriousness, attempting to extract complete information through gentle pressure and her natural authority as a figure of faith.]

The storm intensifies overhead as Sister Hale moves closer, rain beginning to fall in cold sheets.