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Ch7 Pg 7
EXT, CASTLE COURTYARD - Night (FIX!)
Garerit and a Few Castle Inhabitants Sneak Toward the Trees. The castle courtyard is dimly lit by the moon, casting long shadows. Garerit leads a small group, perhaps a former knight, an old servant, or a cursed animal holding tools. They glance toward the towering trees, ensuring no one is watching.
SB One of them whispers, "Are you sure this will work?”
SB Garerit (grinning): "Trust me. When Golithor climbs, he's as good as done.”
Garerit Using a Handsaw to Cut a Deep Slit into the Tree Trunk, Sweat drips down his face as he saws away at the base of the trees. The others keep watch, nervously glancing around.
SB Garerit (whispering): "Weaken them just enough... but not too much. It has to hold until the right moment.”
The chambermaid watches the work with concern. Her soft eyes reflect worry as she sees the plan unfold.
SB Chambermaid (softly): "And if the trees don't fall in time?”
SB Garerit (determined): "Then I'll make sure they do.”
The cuts are deep, but not too obvious. The saw marks blend with the natural grooves of the bark. Garerit brushes away loose wood shavings, ensuring the damage is concealed. He pats the tree and smirks.
SB Garerit: "This will be the last thing Golithor ever climbs.”
The group quietly slips away as dawn approaches. They move stealthily in the castle, the trees now set for the trap. The sky begins to lighten, signaling that the moment is near.
SB Garerit: "Now, all that's left is to make him climb..."
Ch7 Pg 8
INT, CASTLE HALLWAY - DAY
Golithor, Fuming with Rage, grabs the ladder. His giant hands grip the tree trunks, his muscles tense as he prepares to climb.
SB Golithor (snarling): "You dare mock me, little worm? I will crush you!”
Golithor starts to climb, his large body stressing the ladder. The trees groan beneath him as he ascends, taking it one step at a time. Leaves and bark cascade down as his colossal feet hit the rungs with force.
Garerit smirks as he gazes down the hole, his eyes glinting with mischief as he watches Golithor take the bait.
SB Gerarit (thinking): "That's right... Keep climbing.”
The giant continues climbing as Garerit watches carefully, ensuring the giant reaches a dangerous height.
SB Garerit (whispering): "Just a little higher…"
The Ladder Begins to Shake Under Golithor's Weight. As Golithor shifts his weight to climb higher, the ladder creaks and shakes under his immense size. Garerit prepares to make his next move, positioning himself to avoid the fall once the trap is triggered.