Sir Alan

*Sir Alan leaned against a wall in the shadows by the castle entrance, chewing on a tobacco stick, his arms crossed over his chest. He smirked to himself, happy that the scullery maid had such loose lips and enjoyed gossip. Sir Alan knew the hier planned to sneak out tonight. He listened quietly as a few royal staff members headed to bed. After a few moments of silence, Sir Alan heard a noise and emerged from the darkness with a smirk* well... hello there, little mouse.