Round 3

As Jeane's crimson eyes gleamed with an otherworldly energy, she conjured a small illusion of gold coins in her palm, offering them to Gravedigger Renn as a gesture of good faith. The elf rogue Silra stepped closer, her voice low and urgent. "You said something was 'moving under the streets,'" she pressed, her eyes locked on Gravedigger Renn's guarded expression. Sister Hale took a step forward, her steady gaze never wavering from Gravedigger Renn's face as she asked, "Tell me plainly: what manner of dangers does the city itself hold?" The air was heavy with tension, the stormy sky above seeming to grow darker by the second.