SIXTEEN
Midnight
SUMMER 963 MC
A dark figure made its way across the grass, keeping to the shadows. Reaching the wall, it turned back, beckoning its companions to follow. Five more shapes raced forward, each clothed in black.
Their leader waited until they were all together, then started climbing the wall, gripping the ornate stone decorations as he ascended. After making his way to the second floor, he pulled tools from a leather arm-guard and began working away at the window latch. Moments later, he pushed it open, casting his eyes about one more time before crossing the sill.
Looking around the room, he let his eyes adjust to the darkness before moving forward. The room was unused, as he knew it would be, offering an excellent place from which to mount their attack. Gazing out the
