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<lora:MW_YC_p4_zit:1> A weathered stone walkway runs along the outer edge of a fortified structure, its rough walls and aged surfaces catching the faint glow of moonlight. The buildings rise closely together, their facades made of uneven stones, dotted with narrow windows and steep slate roofs streaked with moss and time. In the cool night air, the colors shift to muted blues and silvery grays, the earlier warmth of daylight replaced by a quiet, almost secretive atmosphere. Below, the landscape stretches toward a calm body of water, now reflecting the pale shimmer of the moon. The distant horizon is softened by darkness, with only faint outlines of fields and landforms visible under the night sky. Along the walkway, shadows move where no one should be. A few rogues linger close to the walls, their figures partially hidden in the dim light. Cloaked in dark garments, they blend almost perfectly with the stone, their hoods low and their movements careful and deliberate. One leans against the parapet, scanning the distance, while another slips silently along the corridor, keeping to the deepest shadows between doorways and arches. Their presence adds tension to the stillness, as if something is about to unfold. The quiet of the castle at night is no longer peaceful but charged, the ancient stones bearing witness to secrets, whispers, and unseen intentions beneath the watchful glow of the moon.