Round 8

As Merrin's hands tremble with each pick strike, the ancient mechanism creaks and groans in protest, its rusty hinges protesting the weight of their descent. The group falls silent, their eyes adjusting to the dim light that filters down from above, heavy with the scent of decay and corruption. A faint, flickering glow begins to emanate from the walls, casting eerie shadows on the stone floor below.

Merrin's gaze pierces the gloom, her eyes straining to pierce the darkness. The flickering glow casts an otherworldly light on the stone steps winding down into uncharted depths. She feels the weight of responsibility heavy on her shoulders - as the scout, it's her job to ensure their path is safe. "Hold on a minute, everyone," she calls back, her voice laced with caution. Varrika's impulsive nature stirs within her, but Merrin must temper her forward momentum with caution.