Local Heist

A theft wasn't something to go about without a plan.

Garmond wasn't the best at it, being raised as the next lord to lead a nation; he had everything he'd ever want at his beck and call.

All he had to do in return was read, train and attend boring classes with his several tutors, in one word, it was a boring life, one where he always had to meet up to the expectation of all those who were training him, and his parents as well.

But all that training turned out to be what made a turning point in his previous life and same could be said for this one as well.

In front of Garmond was a plane white drawing sheet.

Calmly with a quill in his hands, he placed his hands on the paper as he began to sketch out a whole diagram of the noble parlor.

From the sturdy walls to an outline of the interior structure and the part where he had seen guards situated.