Round 7

As Sister Hale stepped forward, the steam stung her eyes, but she didn't back down, her gaze locked on Silra's face. The elf rogue's fingers probed the rune-etched stone at the edge of the chasm, and Jeane watched with a mixture of fascination and wariness. The air vibrated with tension as Silra's voice cut through the steam, "Start talking, gravedigger—who else knows about these tunnels?" Renn's pale face was etched with fear, but he spoke in hushed tones, his words hesitant at first before growing more urgent.

Sister Hale's eyes never left Silra's face as she replied, her voice stripped of piety and clothed in survival alone, "We were given this path for a reason, even if we don't understand it yet." The weight of Gravedigger Renn's fear was palpable, but he didn't flinch from Sister Hale's touch. Jeane felt a surge of determination wash over her, drawing her closer to the chasm.