Round 37

As Sister Hale's eyes locked onto Jeane, a flicker of concern danced across her face, tempered by the cleric's unwavering resolve. The air was heavy with the musty scent of Gravehill's decay, a constant reminder of the perils that lay ahead. Beneath their feet, the glowing plates pulsed in rhythmic sequence, each vibration an unmistakable response to their cautious approach.

"Whatever is down there," Sister Hale whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart, "it's responding to our presence. We need to tread carefully." Her gaze darted towards Gravedigger Renn, who stood frozen in fear, his eyes fixed on Jeane with a mixture of worry and pleading.

Jeane's expression remained tense, her crimson eyes fixed intently on the pressure plates as she shifted her weight, feeling the subtle vibrations beneath. The elf rogue's gaze flickered to Sister Hale, seeking reassurance that her fellow cleric shared her unease about the unknown dangers lurking beneath the ruined city.