Garrett moved through the artifact-illuminated halls with his men close behind.
Around the next corner, a cluster of servants huddled together. The ragtag group included maids, errand boys, and even a cook still clutching a ladle. Their faces were pale, fearing for their lives.
"Lord Garrett," one of the maids stammered, "What should we do? Protocol dictates we should go to the servant bunker, but there are no guards there! We don't know what to do!"
"Go to the main hall," Garrett ordered.
"But, Lord Garrett…" another whispered with her voice trembling, "servants aren't allowed there…"
Garrett looked over them, observing these frightened youths with a heavy heart. The guards near the servant part of the castle must've already engaged the invaders, leaving none behind to calm the hearts of these innocent children.
His tone softened. "I allow it. If the lords have a problem, tell them you have my blessing. Now move."
