Round 118

Gravedigger Renn's legs gave out beneath him, his trembling body collapsing against the wall as the terror-smell intensified, coating Silra's tongue like oil. The glowing eyes in the cellar doorway pulsed brighter for a moment before dimming slightly, almost as if they were reacting to the elf rogue's interest. Sister Hale's grip on her unholy symbol had tightened, and she watched with a mixture of concern and wariness as Gravedigger Renn's wails echoed through the common room. The cleric's eyes darted between the cellar doorway and Silra, who stood poised by the window, her movements economical and deliberate.