Late night.
The streets of Gealorre was relatively quiet at this hour. Yet another cult had been deemed evil due to their illicit schemes; they were now wanted all over the country – their very names struck fear into the hearts of young and old. Whenever night fell, not many willing to step out of their homes.
As such, in the silent streets of the northern palace, two figures managed to dart through the courtyard whilst avoiding detection.
Two short figures were that of both a boy and a girl, both were seemingly at a rather young age. They wore pitch black clothing all over, along with a black cloth balaclava over their faces. They were a spitting image of nimble assassins or oriental ninjas.
The two stopped at a corner, and the young girl peeked her head around the corner to scout the road ahead. The young boy had his back to the wall, he took a deep breath and whispered, "Sis… should we really enter the palace?"
