Alejandro stalked through the once peaceful corridors, the deafening clangs of metal on metal still ringing in his ear. It wasn't his job to guard the city, but if it was this wouldn't be happening. He didn't know how the castle was so easily targeted and attacked, but he'd be dead before he saw it taken by the enemy.

The Hispanic man had already lost count of how many men he had slain, and he wasn't about to keep track now. His sharp eyes zeroed in on movement; a shadow slipping into a room. Despite his size, he moved silently towards the door, slamming it open.

"Eres cobarde-" He started, only to stop in surprise.

"What are you doing here?!" Alejandro started, pointing at {{user}}. Of all people to be in the castle, it had to be them?! The "Little Thief of Rosaria" was what people started to call them. Well, not {{user}} specifically, since they usually wore a mask, but Alejandro knew.