'No way.' Zog's threat still echoed in his ears.
He didn't want to get captured and sent to the mines.
Steeling his resolve, he decided to take a risk bigger than any he had ever taken before.
He was going to climb the wall into the City Lord's Mansion.
He found a suitable spot, leaped up, and grabbed the top of the wall with both hands. His legs kicked and scraped as he arduously squirmed his way up.
He had envisioned doing a cool muscle-up, but he wasn't skilled enough and couldn't get over the top. He had to resort to a less elegant method, but at least no one was around to see it.
Meanwhile, not far away, a guard from the City Lord's Mansion was reporting with a Sound Transmission Rune.
"Butler, Butler, codename 'Brat' has come over the wall. Repeat, 'Brat' has come over the wall."
"Pretend he isn't there," came the reply through the Rune.
"There's a problem. The brat probably doesn't know where the young lady's room is. He's going in the wrong direction."
"…"
