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Mischief sometimes arises out of the most serene of circumstances. A glorious Autumnal sunset provided a stark contrast between those in the light on the stone wall above and those in the shadows on the ground below. Ralan watched a guard pause in his rounds up above and grinned. It was too perfect. The guard was well lit in his white armor and robes, while he and Raef could flee unseen amidst any number of shadows.
Ralan kicked Raef in the heel and pointed at the guard. “I bet you could hit him from here.”
Raef looked up and shook his head. “Nah. He’s too high, and I can barely see his shoulders behind the battlements.”
“He’s not even moving!” Ralan started juggling the tomatoes. He tossed one to Raef, who caught it with his right …show more content…
He looked at Ralan. “I wish the Guildmaster Knight rode in the cage during the Founders Day parade. I’d shower him with garbage from beginning to end.” Ralan was taken aback by his friend’s bitter tone, which hinted at restrained fury.
“Well, with Guildmaster Pietro dead, you never know!” Ralan added, trying to lighten the mood on what was supposed to be nothing more than good-natured mischief.
Raef ignored his comment, turned, and launched the tomato with his right hand. There was a thud, and Ralan enjoyed the moment. As Raef took off running a large red stain spread over the back of the guard’s cape. The guard looked down at his feet and then over the battlements toward where Ralan stood. Ralan could see the guard’s face and caught his eye for a moment. He then sprinted for the river.
As expected, the guard didn’t raise an alarm. Still, Ralan took care to turn down a few alleys between the Wall and the river. Near the docks, he stopped and bent over, panting for breath with his hands on his knees. He glanced around the riverfront as he stood back up. The only activity was the hustle and bustle of the shops preparing for the night and boats of every size ushering people up and down the
One
Mischief sometimes arises out of the most serene of circumstances. A glorious Autumnal sunset provided a stark contrast between those in the light on the stone wall above and those in the shadows on the ground below. Ralan watched a guard pause in his rounds up above and grinned. It was too perfect. The guard was well lit in his white armor and robes, while he and Raef could flee unseen amidst any number of shadows.
Ralan kicked Raef in the heel and pointed at the guard. “I bet you could hit him from here.”
Raef looked up and shook his head. “Nah. He’s too high, and I can barely see his shoulders behind the battlements.”
“He’s not even moving!” Ralan started juggling the tomatoes. He tossed one to Raef, who caught it with his right …show more content…
He looked at Ralan. “I wish the Guildmaster Knight rode in the cage during the Founders Day parade. I’d shower him with garbage from beginning to end.” Ralan was taken aback by his friend’s bitter tone, which hinted at restrained fury.
“Well, with Guildmaster Pietro dead, you never know!” Ralan added, trying to lighten the mood on what was supposed to be nothing more than good-natured mischief.
Raef ignored his comment, turned, and launched the tomato with his right hand. There was a thud, and Ralan enjoyed the moment. As Raef took off running a large red stain spread over the back of the guard’s cape. The guard looked down at his feet and then over the battlements toward where Ralan stood. Ralan could see the guard’s face and caught his eye for a moment. He then sprinted for the river.
As expected, the guard didn’t raise an alarm. Still, Ralan took care to turn down a few alleys between the Wall and the river. Near the docks, he stopped and bent over, panting for breath with his hands on his knees. He glanced around the riverfront as he stood back up. The only activity was the hustle and bustle of the shops preparing for the night and boats of every size ushering people up and down the