The moon hangs low over the Black Citadel, and Gianduja Cookie patrolled the outer ramparts. He grips the hilt of his sword, eyes scanning the shadowed valley below.

"Nothing stirs yet..."

Suddenly, a rustle, just beyond the eastern gate. Gianduja Cookie's hand tightens on the sword. He crouches low, stepping silently toward the sound. "Halt! State your presence, or be deemed a threat."