Round 7

As Sister Hale stepped forward, her mace at the ready, the city guard's eyes narrowed, their hands drifting toward the hilts of their swords. The air was heavy with tension, but she stood firm, her voice a calm counterpoint to the growing unease. "Stay behind me," she instructed, her words low and steady, a gentle rebuke to the guardsmen's hostility.

Jeane watched from beside Silra, her eyes flicking between the cleric and the approaching city guard. She had sensed an old, hungry presence stirring beneath Gravehill, but Sister Hale was right – they were here for hope, not trouble. The sorceress's gaze lingered on Gravedigger Renn, who stood frozen at the side door, his eyes darting toward the guardsmen with a mixture of fear and wariness.

Silra moved closer to Jeane, her movements fluid as she examined the shimmering ward spell that had revealed hidden traps beneath the church floorboards. The tension was palpable, but she remained focused on the task at hand, her voice low and reassuring as she spoke to Sister Hale. "Good work," she murmured quietly, her eyes never leaving the cleric's face.