Round 35

As Sister Hale stepped onto the pressure plates, her eyes locked onto Jeane's, seeking reassurance that their cautious approach was shared by the rest of the group. The cleric's hand remained firmly grasped around her holy symbol, a reassuring weight against the unknown dangers lurking beneath Gravehill.

Silra watched Sister Hale's movement with interest, noting how she maintained a safe distance from her position, while keeping an eye on Gravedigger Renn, who still stood frozen in fear. The elf rogue's gaze flicked to Jeane, whose expression remained tense and focused on deciphering the pattern of pressure plates.

Gravedigger Renn, sensing their attention, finally broke his silence, his voice barely above a whisper as he spoke of the city guards never coming for them, but Sister Hale cut him off with a gentle but firm hand gesture, urging him to wait while they communicated further. The air was thick with tension, heavy with the musky salt smell that seemed to cling to every surface like a shroud, and the group waited in silence, their eyes fixed on the glowing plates as the ground pulsed beneath their feet in rhythmic throb-throb-throb.