Round 1 Transcript

The Narrator lets the room settle and lays out the immediate proposition in concrete terms, making clear that the cast must answer what is being asked of them before anything can move forward.

Jeane traces a symbol on the map with one clawed finger, her red eyes never leaving the parchment. The Time-Splitting Sword is not some trinket—it's the very key to time itself. Whoever controls it wields reality like a toy. She looks up slowly, meeting each gaze around the table with unnerving intensity. You speak of 'the tower's dark guardians.' Be specific. Are we facing skeletons, or something... more substantial? Something that might require particular talents, perhaps even certain accommodations?

I cannot navigate this blindly. The thought of entering a place where dark magic is thick enough to animate bone-soldiers makes my skin crawl, but it's the unknown variables that truly terrify me. This isn't some tavern brawl—we're walking into a tomb with a reputation for consuming souls. I need to understand what we're facing before I agree to this. And I certainly won't be party to any... accommodations involving dubious magic or morally gray bargains.

I weigh the danger carefully, ask for clarity where needed, and keep my response grounded in the choice before us.

I weigh the danger carefully, ask for clarity where needed, and keep my response grounded in the choice before us.

I study the map with a critical eye, my fingers tracing the worn parchment. The weight of our task settles heavy on my shoulders, as familiar as an old war wound.