[They head into the castle interior. Fraying red banners line the walls, which sport signs of age and neglect.
No more than ten steps later, a woman's voice echoes in the hall, speaking in a practiced cadence that brings her sincerity into question: These halls have been dark without your unique fire to light them, my lord. His eyes narrowing, Berkut slows his pace.
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No more than ten steps later, a woman's voice echoes in the hall, speaking in a practiced cadence that brings her sincerity into question: These halls have been dark without your unique fire to light them, my lord. His eyes narrowing, Berkut slows his pace.
He cranes his neck toward Maribelle.]
Did you hear that?