"Please, Salia," Danit begged again. "There are so many other people who need you, too! The maids, the servants, the citizens… They are scared, but if you show them that things are alright… They will get better! And life will get better for them."
"Fine," Salia said at last. "I agree. But only if not a SINGLE undead abomination approaches my children, you understand. Even you!"
"But William was just asking about me—"
"Even you!"
"Very well, wife. But you will know better and change your mind, I'm sure. I'm sure!"
***
While this marital argument was going on, Aleric walked down into Castle Arstain's lowest parts: the dungeons.
A lot of them were just cellars, but another part held cells for prisoners: simple stone boxes, one wall of which was an iron grate with a door. All of them were currently packed with captured militiamen. Previously, one also held several prisoners of Count Arstain, but all of them have already sacrificed for Dark energy.
