Berreta walked ahead, leading the way. Around them, countless Sidhe lined the paths of the corridor...silent, watchful, overwhelming in number.
Kifril glanced around, his expression quietly perplexed.
"Since when did their numbers grow this absurd?"
He thought.
The last time he visited, there had been nowhere near this many.
Curious, he started a conversation with Berreta.
Beside him, the same small girl previously mentioned as the
"Tell me, Lady Berreta."
Kifril asked, tone casual but probing.
"How has life been... under new rule?"
Berreta didn't slow her pace.
"It's been alright."
She replied.
"Despite surrendering to His Majesty, he has been mostly reasonable. Cruel when cruelty is necessary, yes... but even then, never without reason."
She paused, then added.
