Round 1

The ash-choked road stretched out before them like a charred ribbon, the ruined city of Gravehill looming in the darkness. The stormy sky seemed to deepen by the minute, casting long shadows across the desolate landscape. Jeane stepped forward, her crimson eyes fixed intently on Gravedigger Renn, who cowered in the shadows. A tendril of shadow snaked across the ground, wrapping around his leg with a gentle yet unyielding grip.

"Tell me everything you know about what lies beneath this city," Jeane commanded, her voice low and commanding. The words sent a shiver through Renn's frame, but he spoke nonetheless, his voice trembling as he revealed fragments of information about the hidden tunnels and chambers beneath Gravehill. Silra watched with an amused gaze, her teal eyes flicking between Renn and Jeane as she weighed the value of their terrified informant.

Meanwhile, Sister Hale approached Renn with a measured pace, her silver holy symbol at the ready. "Good men, this is a matter of faith and salvation," she said, her voice soft but firm. "Tell me everything you know about what lies beneath this city—quickly—and we can speak somewhere more private." The city guard's torches drew closer, their formation sloppy yet threatening, but Sister Hale's words were laced with compassion rather than command.