The work on the castle walls had been progressing steadily for days.
The crew had moved from the roofs to the upper floors, their focus now on the structural integrity of the walls.
Cracks were being filled, weakened sections were being reinforced, and the old stone was being cleaned and restored. It was slow, meticulous work, but it was essential. A castle was only as strong as its walls.
Darion was in the great hall, reviewing a list of supplies with Garren, when one of the workers approached. He was a young man, his face flushed with excitement, his hands still covered in dust.
"M'lord," he said, his voice eager. "We found something. In the… wall. You need to see it."
Darion looked up, his curiosity piqued. "What is it?"
What could this possibly be that a worker would have to run and tell him? These people had been working for days without any complaints or discoveries… until now.
