Round 9 Transcript

Silra’s dagger glints as she lifts the cracked stone; the thin wedge slides under the edge and the stone shifts with a faint sigh. The glowing fissure widens to reveal a narrow, damp tunnel that curls into the earth, its entrance unmarked by any trap mechanism. The air inside smells of wet stone and old dust, and no pressure plates or spike traps are detected as she steps back.

The tunnel's edge yields nothing fresh under her blade—no scrape marks, no loose dirt, just ancient stone worn smooth by time and water. The air is stale but undisturbed; whatever lies inside has been sleeping a long while. She nods once to the others. "Path's clear for now."