Round 240

Varrika's eyes narrowed as she studied the rocks, her scarred hands gripping her mace tightly. "These aren't just stones," she growled, more to herself than Merrin. "There's a pattern here—a warning maybe." She glanced at Merrin, her expression grim. "We need to figure this out before we do anything else. Who knows what kind of trap this could be?" Merrin crouched low, her quick fingers tracing the outline of a symbol etched into the stone. "Aye," she murmured, her dark eyes scanning the ground around them. "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..."