The castle had become a different place. The quiet, hollow silence that had once filled its halls was gone, replaced by the constant hum of activity.
It now felt like a busy, productive work section, which it was now. Darion wasn't as comfortable as he had been before, but at least he was not bored.
He could be entertained all day, watching the transformation unfold, seeing the workers work, hearing the sounds of creation replacing the sounds of decay.
At night, the workers returned to their working place, which was the tents they had set up outside. Darion had even offered that they slept inside the castle, but they had refused.
They said they were used to sleeping outdoors, that the tents were comfortable enough, and that they didn't want to get in the way of the castle's daily routines. Darion had respected their decision.
Now workers moved through the corridors, their boots heavy on the worn floors, their voices low as they coordinated their efforts.
