Round 2

As Seraphine's divination magic illuminated the pressure plate, Merrin's eyes darted between the halfling scout and the ancient stone, her mind racing with potential traps. Jeane's violet light danced across the gate entrance, washing over every surface as she wove a spell of detection around herself. The air was heavy with anticipation, the weight of the cursed tower's secrets pressing down upon them.

Varrika's voice cut through the silence, her words laced with a quiet confidence born of battle-hardened experience. "Look here," she rumbled, pointing out small irregularities in the stonework that could potentially hide additional trap mechanisms. Merrin's gaze followed Varrika's, her eyes narrowing as she examined the ground around the pressure plate. Seraphine's fingers continued to trace the intricate runes of the pressure plate, her eyes closed in concentration as she sought to discern the trap's specific trigger conditions and potential damage.