Round 60

Varrika plants her feet wide apart, mace held at the ready as she scans the perimeter of the central chamber. "Somethin' ain't right here," she growls, her gravelly voice barely audible over the ominous pulsing of the central rune. "This whole place feels like a giant trap waitin' to snap shut. And that sword..." She jerks her chin toward the Time-Splitting Sword Jeane has just levitated with telekinesis. "It's callin' out in my head, and not with happy thoughts neither." The dwarf warrior takes a cautious step backward, her weathered face etched with concern as she eyes the glowing runes on the walls. "We need to think this through proper-like before we start dancin' on ancient death traps. Merrin's curse is bad news, but triggerin' whatever's powering these damn runes might be worse." She glances at Jeane and Halie in turn, her expression stern.* "Nobody moves until we got a solid plan. That means nobody."