Round 11

The city guard's arrival served as a stark reminder of the stormy night ahead, their footsteps echoing off the stone walls as they closed in on the party. Jeane's eyes remained fixed on the guards, her cold gaze piercing through the shadows, while Sister Hale guided Gravedigger Renn toward the side door with a steady hand. The rusted key clutched by Gravedigger Renn seemed to weigh heavy in his hands, its significance underscored by the faint glint of the hidden compartment behind the stone slab.

As the city guard approached, Silra's fingers brushed against an old clay urn standing beside the altar, sending it toppling with a loud clatter. The momentary distraction bought another few seconds before they resumed their questioning, but Sister Hale remained steadfast in her reassurance, meeting Gravedigger Renn's frightened eyes directly. Her voice was a gentle counterpoint to the hostility of the city guard, and Jeane's subtle magic wove a spell of calm around them, even as the storm raged on outside.