Round 10

As the hot vapor dissipated, the remaining rope fibers frayed and snapped, releasing a tattered end into the shallow pit. Beneath the stone, a faint blue glow pulsed like a heartbeat, illuminating the dark cavity. Sister Hale knelt to examine it more closely, her unholy symbol held out as a shield between Silra's blade and Gravedigger Renn. The cleric's eyes narrowed as she dipped her finger into the oily substance still clinging to the stone edge, bringing it up for inspection in the lantern light.

Jeane stepped toward the edge where the rope snapped, ignoring the heat licking at her boots. Her gaze found Gravedigger Renn crouched near a rock like a frightened rabbit, and she pulled out her unholy symbol, letting its twisted design catch the lantern light. "You're either very brave or very foolish," Jeane's words dripped with an unsettling intensity, her crimson eyes gleaming in the dim light. The air seemed to vibrate with her unspoken demand, and Gravedigger Renn's eyes betrayed a flicker of fear as he hesitated to speak.