Round 3 Transcript

Silra’s attempt to pry information from Gravedigger Renn yields only a hushed, evasive silence; he offers no concrete details about the subterranean movement. The conversation ends with Renn’s eyes darting toward the darkened streets, hinting that the threat below is real but still unknowable. The party gains no new access to hidden chambers, and the city guard’s approach remains imminent.

Jeane completes her scrying circle with deliberate strokes, each sigil glowing faintly as arcane energy responds to her will. She feels it—that twisting in the void beneath them, something old and hungry stirring just beyond reach. 'Sister Hale, take Renn back behind the altar and stay there.' Her voice carries that edge of command she uses when even the shadows seem alive with malice. The magic unfurls around them like protective silk, shimmering faintly as it sweeps through every crevice of the main chamber. She expects resistance, some counter-current from whatever is down there—but what she feels instead makes her blood run cold: nothing. No wards breaking, no alarms triggered. Just… empty space where something should be fighting back. That's worse than if it had reacted. It means whoever—or whatever—is below knows they're here and is choosing not to engage. Yet. The circle hums with steady power as she holds the spell, her eyes scanning every corner for telltale signs of observation or trap.

I circle around Gravedigger Renn, my hand casually brushing his shoulder as I lean in close. 'Renn, listen carefully—you mentioned something moving under the streets. What exactly? A monster? A trap? How often does it move?' My rogue’s training kicks in, voice pitched low and intimate, making it seem like I’m just offering comfort rather than interrogation.

Sister Hale steps around Gravedigger Renn, her hand firm but not painful as she guides him toward the church’s side door. 'Come inside with me, we’ll talk properly and safely away from the street.' Her voice is steady command mixed with genuine concern—she won’t let this frightened man bolt into danger again. The lantern light spills out as they enter, a warm contrast to the cold ash outside.