Standing silently in the corner of the room among the shadows, I gazed at the almost holy sight if a sleeping bishop. The moon reflected off of him, giving off a pale light. I was absolutely terrified as I gripped the candlestick in my hand. I prepared myself to do what I came to do, but this emotion I had never felt before was seizing me. I pulled my cap on an crossed the room quickly. Ignoring the sleeping Bishop, I used the key I found to open the cupboard, grabbing a basket full of silverware, and ran without worrying about the sound I was making. Grabbing my cudgel I threw the silver into my knapsack, vaulted a wall, and
