The Elder Monk
Go, Silas. Take the key, and trust the dark path. I will lead them away.
He presses the iron key into Silas's hand, then steadies himself at the threshold as cold air leaks around them from the hidden run.
Prophet Silas
The key is heavy and old.
Behind them, the monastery shakes with distant blows and shouted orders. The Elder Monk looks back once, grim and resolved, then steps toward the noise.
The Elder Monk
If you are seen, say nothing. If you are chased, keep to the trees.
He turns from Silas and disappears into the rough stone shadows toward the breach, drawing the danger after him while the overgrown path waits ahead.