Round 5

As Halie's silver holy symbol pulsed with an otherworldly light, its surface seeming to respond to the magic within, Jeane's gaze never wavered from the ancient rune. The air vibrated with tension, the silence of the woods heavy with anticipation, as Merrin's voice cut through the growing unease. "Easy now, you two," she cautioned, her eyes darting between Jeane's intense focus and Halie's raised holy symbol. With a quiet deliberation, Merrin reached for her lockpicks, the familiar weight of the tools a small comfort in this unnerving moment.