Round 36

As the city guards closed in, their torches casting eerie shadows on the ash-choked road, Sister Hale stood firm beside Gravedigger Renn. Her eyes remained locked onto his, a testament to her unwavering resolve. The scuttling noise beneath their feet grew louder, more insistent, but she refused to flinch. The guards, a group of burly men with thick beards, eyed the party warily, their torches casting flickering shadows on the ruined road.

The leader, a gruff voice issuing from beneath a bushy beard, demanded, "What's going on here? We've had reports of strange noises and movements in the area." His words were met with an unsettling silence, as if the party was waiting for some unseen signal to respond. Sister Hale remained steadfast, her gaze never wavering from Gravedigger Renn's as they shared a silent understanding. The guards began to circle around them, their torches casting long shadows across the ash-choked road, but Sister Hale stood firm, ready to face whatever lay ahead.