Round 239

Merrin crouched low, her eyes scanning the ground as she approached the arranged rocks. The air felt heavy and thick with tension, the weight of their predicament pressing down on her shoulders. "These aren't just random stones," she murmured, tracing the outline of a symbol with her fingertips. "There's a pattern here—a message, maybe." She glanced up at Varrika, her expression grave. "We need to figure this out before we do anything else. Who knows what kind of trap this could be?"*

Varrika nodded grimly, her hand still resting on the hilt of her mace. "Aye, you're right as always, Merrin. We can't rush into this without knowing what we're dealing with." She moved closer, her eyes narrowing as she studied the rocks. "But we can't stay here forever either. The ground's shifting under our feet, and those torches won't last much longer." She paused, a thought striking her. "Wait... do you remember seeing these symbols anywhere else in the tower? They look familiar somehow..."*