Round 3

As Sister Hale's hushed voice guided Gravedigger Renn toward departure, her eyes met Jeane's, a silent understanding passing between them. The sorceress's hand still held the heavy coin purse, its weight a promise of future obligation. Silra's gaze remained fixed on the parchment, tracing the lines with an air of skepticism as she whispered, "A hidden vault under a church... sounds like a recipe for leftover curses and whatever skittered in when the prayers stopped working." The wind howled around them, shrouding Gravehill in an impenetrable veil.