It was late night at the castle and Obi was wandering around the garden, nothing and everything going around into his head as he climbed a tree and laid down on one of the highest branches.

It had been quite a long day, but he didn’t felt tired at all, actually, the night had just begun and there was so much he could do… and that made him smirk to himself, feeling more confident about his own agenda as the seconds went by. Maybe I could go into town and find something fun to do there? He thought to himself, considering his alternatives. The night was still young and there was much he could do before he actually started to feel sleepy at all.

A breech rustled, making him turn around. His plans came to an halt the moment his attention was caught by an intruder in the garden that had become his quiet place. He had a trained eye after all his years working as an assassin and there was little to nothing that escaped his vigilant gaze… a clocked figure moving suspiciously around the royal garden definitely was not part of the things that could manage to slip under his nose unnoticed.