Round 11

The storm raged on, its fury intensifying as Gravedigger Renn's trembling voice cut through the howling wind. "I... I saw it too," he stammered, his words barely audible over the tempest. A dark shape moving through the tunnels beneath Gravehill, huge and alive, with a sound like screaming that defied any mortal mouth. The guard captain's hand hesitated on his sword hilt, revealing his true fear: not for Jeane's magic or Silra's stealth, but for what lurked beneath their feet.

Jeane's crimson eyes gleamed with determination as she assessed the captain's worth against the horror below. His cowardice could be useful, a weakness to exploit in the coming days. The gravedigger's report confirmed her sorcerous senses: whatever slept down there was ancient and alive, its presence felt through stone and screams that echoed through the tunnels.

Sister Hale's expression hardened as she considered the Devouring below. The captain's fear wasn't for their safety, but for his city and the horror that lurked beneath. This meant they were dealing with something real, not just local superstition. Gravedigger Renn's words confirmed that this 'Devouring' was a truth the city guard knew all too well.

Silra shifted her weight, hand still resting near the dagger hilt as she assessed the captain and Sister Hale. Five minutes wasn't enough time for what needed doing down there, but it was long enough for her to scout ahead and report back if anything waited to ambush them. Her teal eyes flicked between the cleric's steady gaze and the guard captain's half-drawn sword, weighing their postures: Hale ready to negotiate or fight, while the captain remained hesitant, his commitment to action unclear.