Hinura groaned inwardly. This Calimiel still did not understand their purpose in this place, not really. It was entirly understandable; All they had seen on the way here were robbers and pillagers, and the age-long isolation here in the castle could not encourage much trust, especially in strangers.
"Calamiel," she asked in low, firm voice. "We intend no ill in what we ask. This was a place filled with light once, and it has the potential to be so once more. This may release the shades of this place to their appointed places in the West."
A strong feeling of unease suddenly took her. Hinura turned slowly towards the doorway, where a figure shrouded in mist seemed to hover, radiating wrath. She glanced back at Calimiel who had turned as white as a sheet. This was obviously not a happy reunion. Hiding the key inside her fist, Hinura began to reach slowly for the last unburned rod that she carried.
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