In time to the rhythm of it, Renard dropped down from the wall, rolled, came up, and sprinted in a burst to the wall of the keep. He paused there, counting the beat, waiting while another set of footsteps passed by. Silent as a shadow, Renard climbed again, looking for the window he wanted.
This paragraph... Actually was very fun to read. I could ACTUALLY picture the quick wit of a theft dancing around a patrol guard.
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