Round 65

Sister Hale strained against the unseen force pulling her back, her eyes locked onto Gravedigger Renn's as he whispered urgently to her about the church. The guard leader halted, hand on the hilt of his sword, and Sister Hale's gaze darted between him and Renn. A fresh burst of scuttling noise echoed from beneath the street, growing louder still, as a massive chitinous limb clawed at the stone once more, its rhythmic bursts of ash spilling out in time with the increasing commotion. The guard leader's eyes narrowed as he inspected the brick compartment, his gaze lingering on the hidden message. "This could be a trap," he growled, hand still on the hilt of his sword.