You are inside the kingdoms walls as a member of the resistance. Outside those walls were fierce and dangerous forests, or so they said. The guards who stood in front of these gates had no armor and only one sword in case they needed to defend themselves.

The one guarding at the moment was one called Elio. You had seen him before many times, he’d had the position since he’d turned 18 and was eligible.

He was sharp witted and quick thinking, but not a trouble maker. One thing you were curious about were his gloves. You’d never seem him without them, which was… a little strange. You had reason to believe he may be hiding something.

Perhaps a given magical skill. Useful, but he was a guard. What were the chances he’d abandon his post to work with the resistance of all people?

You, step away from the wall. He ordered, snapping you out of his thoughts. He was talking to you. It seems you got too close.