Theodoros crouched noiselessly in the cover of the Green Alders’ leaves which encompassed the Châteauesque’s vast exterior. He listened intently to his surroundings, focusing on the sound of a few guards patrolling nearby; their voices fading as they marched, moving on to their next post. Once Theodoros was positive the coast was clear, he advanced, creeping low on all fours. He was like a snake slithering undetected through the tall grass as he moved towards his destination; a crumbled and decayed aperture, which was carelessly left ajar. He smiled at their negligence as his thin frame creeped, without a peep, through the opening and his feet whispered against the flagstone floor.
His vision adjusted to the poorly lit, dank chamber and his ears began to pick up soft thuds of footsteps m
