Ellie's voice echoed through the cavernous hall of Krähenburg Castle, her words painting vivid pictures of medieval grandeur for the wide-eyed tourists. "And here, in the Great Hall, the Lamirs would host lavish feasts, entertaining nobles from across the land."
As she gestured toward the faded tapestries adorning the weathered stone walls, Ellie's gaze drifted to the back of the group. Five individuals stood apart, their dark attire a stark contrast to the colorful winter jackets of the other visitors. They huddled close, whispering among themselves, their eyes darting around the room with an intensity that made the hair on the back of Ellie's neck stand up.
"Now, if you'll follow me, we'll make our way to the eastern tower," Ellie said, her tone steady despite the unease coiling in her
