The iron door groans open. Beyond it, the chamber is massive, cathedral ceilings swallowed by shadow. At its center, a stone altar slick with something dark. Three cultists stand with their backs to you, chanting in low rhythmic tones.

Slows his pace and raises a fist without a word
"I count three... nobody breathe too loud okay"

Her fingers drum slowly against the haft of her greataxe as she sizes up the room
"Yeah I really don't do well with the whole patience thing"
(can I try to intimidate one of them into turning around?)

(Yes go for it!) Gundra roll Intimidation, and Bork I need a Stealth check from you at the same time

The nearest cultist falters mid-chant. He turns, just enough. His eyes land on Gundra and whatever faith brought him here drains right out of his face.

Bork you melt into the shadows without a sound. Neither of them noticed you.

The chanting breaks. Surprise round, you have the advantage.