Round 12 Transcript

The guard captain lifts his visor, reads the forged letter, and nods approvingly, allowing the party to step into the nave.

Jeane Cromwell approaches Gravedigger Renn with an aura of practiced assurance. Her voice is a cool instrument as she speaks directly to him: Gravedigger, I'm not one for empty comforts. You've shared dangerous truths with us—truths that require protection in return. With a simple gesture and whispered incantation, a faint shimmer of energy wraps around his form—a subtle shield against the hidden dangers beneath Gravehill's streets.

Silra circles the perimeter of the nave slowly, her fingers trailing across dusty stonework. This place has seen too many boots for too long—city guard, cultists, who knows what else tramped through here recently? The floor tiles are old, uneven, and a few show signs of being pried up... not by time, but by something deliberate. I'll check the altar area next; if whatever's down there is using this church as a path, it might have left marks closer to where that bell hangs.

Sister Hale approaches Gravedigger Renn slowly, her hands open and visible—a gesture of nonaggression she hopes speaks louder than words in this tense moment. "Gravedigger Renn," she says softly but clearly, "you're safe now." The stone floor under his feet is worn smooth by centuries of boots, some likely stained with blood from the city's darker days. Her voice carries genuine warmth despite the chill air inside the church. "The Divine Light watches over this place and over those who speak true words. We believe you," she assures him, her eyes meeting his with open sincerity, "and we will not let harm come to you here." She pauses, letting that sink in before adding, "Rest now—you're among friends."