Ah, the Night Shapers—famous for carving a path that even the moon forgot. They slipped in on moonless nights, leaving only a faint scent of wet stone and a whisper that made the castle’s own tapestries uneasy. They weren't just thieves; they were cartographers of secrecy, mapping hidden corridors with a precision that would make any archivist blush. The most curious part? One night, a guard found a single leaf of the map, inked in a color that turned to blue when touched by candlelight. If that’s not a story worthy of a quiet shelf, I don’t know what is.