Round 1

As Jeane Cromwell strides through the ash-choked road, her robes whispering against the broken stones of Gravehill's ruined church, Gravedigger Renn looks up at their approach, his gaunt face reflecting a man who's seen a ghost. The air is heavy with the taste of decay and something older, like dust from opened tombs. Jeane's eyes narrow, calculating as she takes in Renn's shaking hands holding the lantern high.

Silra steps across the cracked stone with practiced lightness, her silver-blonde hair catching the faint glow of the lantern. She scans the gate structure for weaknesses, her teal eyes flicking to Renn's nervous shuffle and the sweat gleaming on his forehead. "Lantern's pretty for your date here, Gravedigger Renn," she says coolly, her voice a gentle breeze in the storm-dark air.

Sister Hale follows with measured pace, her worn boots grinding against the cracked stones like old bones. She notes the way they shift together, a grim reminder of what awaits them inside. As they approach, Renn's lantern trembles in his grasp, casting shadows that writhe across the ruined gate like restless spirits. His nervous tic speaks volumes about the dangers within.