the doors opened and out stepped a tall straight imposing figure of a man, the robes he wore marked him as someone who had money and the way he carried himself marked him as someone who had power. an elaborate carriage came hurtling round the corner and entered into his view, the horses were breathing heavily as if having been run all the way from the Castle over 20 leagues away.
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The monotony of manor life was broken suddenly with a shout erupting from the front gate just outside the view of his peephole. He needed the owner to come home soon so he could get one of the final pieces of his puzzle. He had been here in the Manors attic, still, silent and completely unnoticed for over 5 days. Please come back please come back please come back the mantra echoed through his head as the cramped position he was in, started to take its toll on his body. pompous bloody bastards wrapped in steel he thought. God i hate Aeol Drias, and the knights even more.
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Sweat tracked trails through his dust and dirt covered face forcing him to blink furiously to try and clear his eyes, he couldn't risk moving a hand as even the smallest movement might be seen by felt by the unearthly guardians of the Chosen Ones Manor. The slow repetitive one two one two of the soldiers boots echoed off the walls surrounding him, its tempo lulling his mind into a state of relaxation as the cramped confines of the manors attic did the exact opposite to his body.