Round 413

Merrin helps Varrika to her feet, her heart aching at the sight of her friend’s twisted ankle and the pain etched on her face. She knows all too well the agony of an injured limb, and the thought of leaving Varrika behind in this treacherous place is unbearable. She glances around the chamber, her eyes settling on a small alcove partially hidden by a tangle of rocks and debris. It’s not much, but it might offer enough shelter for Varrika to rest and stabilize her ankle while she scouts ahead.

"Wait here," Merrin says, her voice firm despite the concern in her eyes. "I’ll check out what’s beyond this opening and see if there’s a safe way forward." She moves towards the narrow passage, her hand resting on the hilt of her heavy mace, ready to defend herself against any unexpected threats.