Round 2

As they ventured deeper into the crumbling tower, the weight of the ancient runes on the gate still resonated within Jeane's mind. The air inside was heavy with the scent of damp earth and decay, a palpable presence that pressed down upon them. Varrika led the way, her battleaxe held at the ready, as Halie followed closely behind, her silver holy symbol a reassuring bulwark against the unknown dangers that lay within. Merrin trailed behind, her crossbow half-drawn, eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of movement. Seraphine walked beside Jeane, her sharp gaze drinking in every detail of their surroundings, her mace at the ready. The group moved forward, their footsteps echoing off the stone walls as they disappeared into the depths of the tower, the silence broken only by the soft crunch of gravel beneath their feet.