He decided it’d be best to do his rounds before returning to bed. Allen takes long strides while walking through the Heavenly Yard. Upon taking a glance, however, a silhouette catches his eye. No one should be up this late at night, he thinks. It isn’t long till he’s approaching the figure, who hasn’t wavered or disappeared. His hand rests the hilt of his sword, as he addresses the figure. Now wasn’t this suspicious.

“You there, state your business.” He takes another step closer toward them, “...it’s awfully late to come to the castle.”

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