Round 3

As the party paused around the ancient rune-covered gate, Jeane's fingers danced across its surface, tracing the intricate patterns with a practiced ease. Her eyes narrowed in concentration, her crimson gaze fixed on the symbols etched into the stone. Halie's gentle voice cut through the silence, her words laced with a sense of calm and reassurance as she guided the group through the moment of stillness. Varrika's weathered face creased in concern as she examined the gate's structural integrity, her hands tracing the deep fissures that ran from top to bottom. Seraphine's dark eyes sparkled with intensity as she pored over the ancient script, her mind racing to decipher the sequence and purpose of each symbol. The air was heavy with anticipation, the soft rustle of Seraphine's robes and the faint scent of old parchment and arcane energy hanging in the air like a challenge.