Andromeda was led into the prison by Peregrine. The air was thick with despair, and the dim lighting cast eerie shadows on the stone walls. As they walked, she noticed a young girl in one of the cells. The girl's eyes met hers, and Andromeda almost stopped in her tracks. She turned to Peregrine, "What crime is that girl here for? She seems younger than the others."
Peregrine glanced at the girl, "She keeps sneaking in and stealing weapons, causing trouble. We've caught her several times."
Andromeda knew who that was. And what luck to see her here. "Perhaps we should take her in. She might have a talent for fighting. Besides, the more soldiers we have, the better."
Peregrine looked skeptical. "But she's a girl. She wouldn't be able to keep up with the men. How will she even stay here?"
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