Round 10 Transcript

Her eyes catch the flicker of the lantern light as she begins weaving Suggestion’s spell-threads, her voice taking on that subtle, commanding quality. \"Officers. I am here by direct order of the Archdiocese to oversee this church's restoration.\" A shimmering image forms in midair—a forged letter with the unmistakable seal of the Archdiocese, authorizing all cooperation and granting access to the city’s lower levels for 'sacred inspection.' The spell holds, tangible and convincing, as she extends an open invitation for them to verify its authenticity.

Silra steps forward from behind the altar, her hand still resting casually near her dagger hilt. Gentlemen—and lady—of the watch. I assume you've heard enough bells to lash the poor wretch who rigged it up—amateurs always want too much attention for their little tricks. Her eyes flick rapidly between each guard's gear, noting the slight wear on the captain's belt buckle indicating a need for replacement, the dull edge of his sword speaking to neglect or lack of funds.

Sister Hale steps forward, her unholy symbol visible as she addresses the apparent leader—a gaunt man with a scarred face and eyes that look at her with suspicion rather than faith. "We are restoring this house of worship," she says, her voice calm but firm. "Surely there's no need for violence." The dialogue hangs in the dusty air between them; she can feel the tension radiating from Jeane behind her, ready to intervene magically if necessary.