Randy

“What is your name privet?”
“Ra-Ruben Sir.”
“What can you tell me of the monks?”
The laky of commander crooks (guess I’m not that important) was looking rather miffuddled at the loss of his comrades.
“Well from what I can tell they looked like they were from a distant land”
Randy could see weir this was going. “probably in the west.”
“I’ve been asking around, there’s a monastery not too far from hear.”
”Oh”
“We have commands to not attack as of yet,” (Randy: few) “something to do with Bartholomew’s secret service.” Trying not to look interested or even horrified at the prospects that my home might be blown to shambles, I stared back intently.
After a long look into my eyes and I guess a misinterpretation he said “were planning an attack on it, meet us tonight behind the mess hall.” Obviously he wasn’t planning to go through proper commands on this, and slightly stunned private Ruben just nodded. Cutting the meeting short the lackey just smiled “we’ll see you then.” and walked out of the room.
Reflecting Randy began to think. “Oh, crap… I’ll have to stall meeting up with Will. I have to warn them I have to-