Bridget snuck quietly through the castle halls. Slinky through the shadows and ducking pasts the gaurds. From her many years of practice Bridget had become a pro at sneaking out. She pulled the hood of her dark brown coak over her head hiding her long blond hair. Normally she loved her hair but in situations such as this it drew too much attention. She clutched her cloak tightly her heart racing with anticipation as she finally made it past the last gate and into the quiet village. This was the farthest she'd ever gotten before and now as she set off through the streets fear and uncertainty began to settle in making the cold night feel even colder. She shivered as she looked around nervously her breath visible in the crisp night air.