Eastern Plaguelands, Darrowshire, City Lord's Mansion!
With a creak, the tightly shut gates slowly opened from within. A handsome blond man in tight-fitting clothes extended an arm in invitation, motioning for the Black-Robed Man to enter.
The Black-Robed Man, concealed entirely beneath a black robe, dispensed with any courtesies and strode through the gates.
Once the Black-Robed Man had entered, the City Lord's Mansion's open gates slowly closed again, the tall wooden doors sealing tightly shut.
A Rogue standing outside watched with a gleam in his eyes and murmured, "A chance. My chance has finally come."
Delight spread across the Rogue's face. He took out pen and paper and began writing rapidly, soon recording the current situation in detail. After leaving the finished report in a concealed spot, he slowly approached the City Lord's Mansion.
The Rogue moved lightly, every step silent in the pitch-black night. Before long, he reached the wall near the City Lord's Mansion's main gates without anyone noticing. An unusual light flickered in his eyes as he studied the towering wall.
No, this is too close to the gates. There are bound to be plenty of people inside. Something could easily go wrong. The Rogue made his judgment in an instant. Rather than rashly climbing over the wall, he hugged it and crept farther into the night.
One step, then another, and another. He kept moving beneath the hazy night sky, with murky darkness blanketing the land. After leaving the City Lord's Mansion's main gates behind, the Rogue found himself surrounded by boundless darkness, but it did nothing to impair his vision. Before long, he reached a spot neither too close to nor too far from the gates. Standing beneath the wall, he examined it carefully.
The walls of the City Lord's Mansion had stood for