Round 2

As Jeane stepped into the swirling ash, her dark robes billowing behind her, Sister Hale and Silra watched with varying degrees of attention. The air was heavy with the scent of old death and something else, an ancient hunger that seemed to seep from the very earth itself.

Sister Hale's hand instinctively went to the symbol beneath her habit, a ward against the old city magics that Jeane had drawn in the air. "The ground holds secrets we've disturbed," Jeane said flatly, her voice certain despite the turbulent air. Silra, meanwhile, circled the collapsed building's edge with slow, predatory precision, her rogue's eyes scanning every shadow and crack in the stone.