Round 17 Transcript

I position myself between the sorceress and the gate, ready to shield her if any undead stir from the shadows. "Halie, you're the cleric - can you feel any residual magic in those runes? We need to know what we're dealing with before we start poking at this ward." My hand tightens on my mace as I scan the tower's interior for any sign of movement. The air feels heavy with ancient power, and I don't like it one bit.