I wait patiently but terrified in a corner of the closet. Not knowing what is going to happen or what is going on, making myself as small as possible. I hear doors closing, people shouting and running around.
After a few minutes of silence I hear heavy footsteps approaching and stopping in front of the closet door. Despite my heavy breathing, I remain silent.
The door opens softly and I see the beam of light on the floor getting bigger. I try to cram myself into the corner even more to stay in the shadows, but the dirty boots emerging from the doorway tell me I've failed.
Slowly I look up, high brown boots, tight brown leather pants with a golden line along the side that is held up on both sides of the hips by a thick belt with 2 swords in it. The insignia on his chest tells me this i
