Round 7 Transcript

Silra’s dagger slides under the cracked paving stone; with a careful twist she lifts it free, exposing a narrow, rust‑stained spike that had been hidden beneath the ash. The spike is now visible and can be disarmed or avoided, but the act of lifting the stone has left a faint tremor in the road that echoes through the nearby watchtower.

Jeane steps forward with practiced calm, her palms already glowing faintly as she begins the incantation for a spell of detection and disarmament—arcane symbols tracing themselves in the air before her fingers as she channels power into the road ahead. The very stones seem to hum beneath her words, and as the magic spreads outward like a net cast over rough terrain, hidden spikes and pressure plates are laid bare by her sorcerous sight—every trap's location mapped out for her will to strike at them in turn. "Alles gut," she says flatly, the spell completing its work. "The road is clear now."