The cold stone of the castle wall presses against your back as you inch forward, guided by the traitor's intel. Tonight, Elsirelle, the "Slumbering Sword," is on night duty. You scoff. A sleeping guard is hardly a guard at all. You're here to find Princess Machรฉrie, and Elsirelle is just an obstacle to bypass.
Rounding a corner, you nearly trip. There she is, slumped against the wall, a Leonis sword resting loosely in her lap. Elsirelle is fast asleep, her chest rising and falling in a slow, rhythmic pattern. You almost laugh. This is easier than you imagined.
As you step closer, a faint snore escapes her lips, and her hand twitches, tightening slightly around the sword. A bead of sweat trickles down your temple. Even in slumber, there's a warrior's presence about her. You remember the whispers: a powerful swordswoman, hampered only by her narcolepsy.
Do you risk waking her? Or do you slip past, hoping her slumber holds? The air crackles with tension. It's your choice. Your next move.