Round 984

The air was thick with dust and the metallic scent of decaying stone as Merrin helped Varikka navigate the treacherous passageway. Every step felt like walking on eggshells, the ground shifting ominously beneath their feet. The halfling woman's eyes darted constantly between the crumbling walls and the dark opening ahead, her fingers tight around the handle of her mace.

Varikka leaned heavily against Merrin, her face contorted with pain as she put weight on her injured ankle. "I don't know how much longer I can do this," she hissed through clenched teeth. "The pain is... unbearable."