Gareth's conversation with Sir Carrick had stirred a restlessness within him, one he couldn't quite shake. He felt a pull, an urge to visit a place he rarely went but held in deep reverence. With the barracks close to the castle, it was a short walk—perfect, as he could easily return to his shift afterwards. His destination was a hidden room known to only a select few in Nateron.
Walking briskly through the familiar corridors of the castle, Gareth approached an unassuming wall lamp near the throne room. Without hesitation, he reached up and pulled it down. A faint click echoed in the silence, and the wall slid open, revealing a shadowy passage that descended into the depths of the castle. He stepped inside, closing the entrance behind him as he ventured down the narrow corridor, lit only by the occasional flicker of mounted torches. The air grew cooler as he moved deeper, and he could hear a faint hum growing louder with each step.
