I saw him. I figure moving along the edge of the walls of the training ground. He laid low, trying to blend low with the darkness.
He was doing a great job blending in, but I could see him. Perfectly in fact. His steps were trained and precise.
He didn't look or move like a thief. He looked like he knew what he was doing.
He was probably a spy.
He didn't look like he had an exact destination.
He had just been going back and forth looking into each window that had rooms.
With each look, he moved to the next like he was looking for the exact thing.
I had a feeling that he was looking for me. With the sudden message that he got from Dane earlier.
It was too much of a coincidence.
I pressed myself against the wall, letting the darkness hide me. I didn't think so. I proceeded to act.
