There was a time I was afraid of the dark. I think it was around the time I first saw a rogue.
I was out with Alexander in the garden past our bedtime because we wanted to look at the stars. Everything was quiet and the guards couldn't see us because we were hiding in our secret spot. But then we heard a loud noise. A scream. We sneaked to see what was going on. Some guards tried to drag a prisoner to the dungeons, but he struggled.
"You fancy-dressed assholes. Suck..." He said.
"Quiet!" One of the guards screamed back at him.
He smiled for a second and then he jumped on the guard and bit his nose. The guard screamed but it was too late, the rogue stood there with a grin on his face and a mouth full of blood.
We ran back to our rooms and never told anyone what we saw since we feared
