A Medieval Mur...
The Church bell rang once, twice... up to twelve times, it was midnight. In a dark forest the fog had risen, you couldn’t see more than a meter in front of you. The trunks of trees were bigger than three feet. Between the saplings; a figure was walking at a steady speed. It seemed like the person new the forest off by heart. After a few minutes the hooded figure arrived in a clearing at the base of a cliff. There was a natural cavern in the base of the rock. The mysterious person entered the dwelling and walked in the dark for about two minutes, and then he saw a figure sitting in the middle of a circular room where he had landed. He didn’t seem scared or made any reaction. “Master, I have managed to infiltrate the council of the king the next meeting is tomorrow at three.” Said the man that came from the forest «Good... very good, don’t forget that the king and you can’t leave the castle. Don’t ask, you will know what I mean when the time comes.” Replied the dweller of the cave.