Round 8

As Sister Hale's voice echoed through the nave, 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 calm demeanor a counterpoint to the growing unease. Jeane watched from beside Silra, her gaze flicking between the cleric and the approaching guardsmen, while Gravedigger Renn stood frozen at the side door, his eyes darting toward the guardsmen with a mixture of fear and wariness.

The bell above the altar clanged loudly as Silra's blade sliced through the tripwire, triggering a hidden pressure plate beneath the floor. The clang echoed through the ruined nave, drawing the attention of the city guard, who emerged from the ash-choked entrance with two guardsmen in tarnished armor. Sister Hale raised her voice to carry through the nave, her words hollow in the dusty air as she declared their presence on official business from the church authorities.