Round 1

As the party steps through the creaking gate, the silence of the Whispering Woods envelops them once more, though this time it's punctuated by the soft crunch of gravel beneath their feet. The air inside the tower is heavy with the scent of damp earth and decay, a palpable weight that presses down upon them. Jeane's crimson eyes gleam with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension as she leads the way into the darkness, her dark leathery wings folded against her back.

Halie's gentle face sets in a determined expression, her blue-grey eyes fixed on the path ahead as she follows close behind. Merrin's quick hands are already at work, rummaging through her pack for a torch to light their way. Seraphine's sharp gaze darts back and forth, her intelligent gaze drinking in every detail of their surroundings. Varrika leads the way, her weathered veteran presence a reassuring bulwark against the unknown dangers that lie within.

The group moves forward, their footsteps echoing off the stone walls as they disappear into the depths of the tower.