A shadow moved closer to the castle. Some dark blue eyes looked at the gate, it was guarded with four man.
The blue eyes, who almost seem black under the intruders hood, moved from the guards to the wall. They scanned the wall until they found a small door. You had to look twice to find it.
A small smile appeared on the intruders face. He made his way over there, moving with the shadows of the trees. Only visible for the ones who are paying attention.
The intruder opened the door and walked through the hall. His soft boots weren't making any sound on the floor. He looked at the paintings for a moment, but then continued his walk. Looking around him, he opened the first door on his right. After finding it empty, he walked inside. He took all the treasure he could find and walked to another room.
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After a few rooms the intruders bag was becoming heavy. He opened a room, saying this is the last, and walked inside.
The room was different than the others, it wasn't bigger, it only seemed bigger. In the corner was a closet with a few books an weapons. In the other corner another closet. In the middle was a big table, on top of it documents.
The intruder sat down in a comfortable chair behind the table. His eyes scanned the chamber, but then looked at the papers. His slender fingers looked through the papers. A frown began to grow appeared. His dark eyes turned even darker.
He muttered something under his breath and stood up quickly. He grabbed the document and hid it under his clothes. Than he walked in the same silent step to the door, but before he could open it. It was slammed open from the other side.
.. Going to our famous Ranger..
Gilan walked through the hall. He was in a really bad mood. Earlier he had spoken with the baron about the gang that made the land unsafe. Though Gilan did everything he could, it wasn't enough and the men always came back. Killing and destroying everything on their way.
He opened the door to the room where he stayed when at the castle, he didn't like the room. Gilan stared to the boy in front of him. He was slender. His face was hidden in the shadows of the hood of his black cloath. He was wearing a dark blue pants and an brown shirt. Black boots covered his feet. Around his slim waist was a belt with two daggers on it.
Gilan was really annoyed. He could feel the eyes of the intruder at him. And he could see his hand slipping to the daggers on his belt.
After a few seconds looking at each other, the intruder took a step in the direction of the door. Gilan kicked it close behind him and took his long dagger. A annoyed smile appeared on his face when he saw that the intruder took a dagger in each hand.
They looked at each other, both waiting for the other to make a move. Suddenly the intruder stepped forward, he knew that if he hesitated. He would have no chance to escape. The ranger protected himself with his dagger and hit the dagger out of his opponent's hand.
Moving around the room the continued the fight. The intruder with the intention to get at the door. And Gilan with the intention to get the other trapped against the wall.
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After several minutes the ranger got his way. He pushed the boy with his back against the wall. And with a firm hold on the wrists.
'Look'. Gilan began and he grabbed the knife out of the boys hand and placed in his belt. 'I was already in a bad mood, so how about you just say who you are and what you're doing here'.
The ranger could hear the boy wimper. But he didn't pay attention to it and placed both his slender wrists in one hand. With his other hand he pulled the hood of his face.
'what?' He asked in surprise…