Snippet #1646701

Gregory let out a soft sigh as he was walking down the main road for the southern district after meeting with one of his good friends. Although she wasn't a rebel she was kind and Gregory grew up half his childhood with her. He didn't have to worry about getting his childhood friend in trouble since Gregory didn't have a wanted poster anywhere. Although he did tend to get in pinches when it came to one of the Royal Family, the second son whom Gregory had fought multiple times before. Although for some reason a wanted poster featuring Gregory never appeared; if this meant the second son didn't know Gregory was a rebel or not was still unclear though. If he had to guess however, Gregory would say that the second son simply was having fun in the little fights as if it were a game. 'I wonder what the Royal Tyrants are up to right now,' Gregory thought as he turned down the street that lead to the Royal Palace's south gate. From where he stood in the south district he could see a few guards and most of their armor's shaping. "It seems I am only about a quarter mile from the gates right now. I could go check things out, but I don't want to get caught. I guess a little closer won't hurt, heck maybe I will get to see one of the Royal Family." Gregory chuckled to himself as he walked a little closer, staying just far enough away he could escape if he were to be pursued.