Round 9

As Merrin stepped into the grand foyer, her gaze swept across the intricate carvings on the stone walls, taking in the heavy scent of age and decay. The air hummed with an eerie, buzzing energy, casting an unsettling glow over the space. Varrika moved cautiously beside her, her heavy mace at the ready, while Jeane followed closely behind, her eyes fixed intently on the ancient runes that adorned the walls.

Varrika's voice cut through the silence, low and steady. "We move slow and we move careful. Merrin, you're on point for traps. Jeane, keep those runes in sight—we don't need any nasty surprises." Her eyes darted between her companions, a flicker of tension evident in her expression. Halie watched from the entrance, her eyes narrowed as she observed the unfolding scene, her hand resting on the hilt of her heavy mace.