Cyrus put on her bandages again. A thin, high-pitched voice rang out: "Welcome back, Master. We have waited here for a millennium, finally awaiting your return."
A small, gaunt House-elf stared with wide eyes and bowed deeply to Cyrus. Facing Cyrus's silence, he dared not move, maintaining a posture so bent it looked as though he might snap in half.
"Get up, and lead me inside first." Although Cyrus did not know where this place was, there was clearly something within calling out to her. This House-elf seemed to have mistaken her identity, but that suited her just fine.
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