A strange, indescribable noise echoed through the dirt basement of the Duke's Tower.
Sometimes it was loud, other times it was only a faint clanking.
All anyone knew was that it was consistent, and they had no way to describe it. It wasn't as if they could knock down the walls of the Duke's Tower and hope that everything turned out alright. The ancient architecture of such a large building was uncertain. Would cracking the foundation cause the whole place to collapse? There were some parts a thousand years old and others a mere couple of hundred.
This went on for months.
At first, it was Phillip who noticed because he took over most duties when it came to guarding the treasury.
It was a noise that ate at him slowly but surely.
Eventually, he placed his ear against the wall in the armory, which was a bit deeper, and he realized that whatever it was came from deep inside.
This was brought up in the winter. While everyone heard it, there was no way to confirm it.
