Round 3

As Sister Hale led Gravedigger Renn toward the side door, Silra's gaze lingered on his profile, her eyes searching for any hint of truth behind his evasive silence. The air was heavy with tension, the storm-dark sky seeming to press in from all sides as they stepped into the church's musty interior. Jeane's magic still pulsed around them, a faint shimmering that seemed to warn off any immediate threats.

Within the lantern's warm glow, Sister Hale's voice cut through the unease, her words laced with a gentle firmness. "We'll talk properly and safely away from the street," she said, guiding Gravedigger toward the altar where he'd remain. The cleric's eyes met Jeane's, a fleeting exchange of understanding passing between them. Silra followed closely behind, her hand still on Renn's shoulder as she leaned in, her voice low and intimate. "Renn, listen carefully—you mentioned something moving under the streets. What exactly?"