Round 8

Under the stormy sky, Silra's fingers danced across the ancient stonework, tracing a pattern that only she could see. She worked with thieves' tools, her movements swift and precise as she disabled the entrance ward spell without triggering it. The air was heavy with tension as Gravedigger Renn watched, his gaze fixed on some unseen point beyond the horizon. Sister Hale's eyes narrowed, her hand still resting on Silra's arm, a gentle reminder of the cleric's caution.