Round 62

Seraphine's sharp eyes widened as she heard Merrin's voice echoing through the stone. She pressed herself closer to the wall, her heart pounding in her chest as she tried to pinpoint the exact location of her companions. The air was thick with magic and decay, making it difficult to breathe properly. "Merrin? Varrika?" she called out softly, her voice barely audible above the dripping water. She knew that speaking could be dangerous, but the need to confirm their safety outweighed the risk.

As she strained to hear any response, Seraphine's keen elven senses picked up on something else—a faint scratching sound coming from deeper within the tunnel. She froze, her hand instinctively moving to the hilt of her dagger. The sound grew louder, more insistent, and she realized with a sinking feeling that whatever was making that noise was getting closer.

"Jeane," she whispered, reaching out mentally through their shared connection. "I think I have company down here."