Lock, Cole (Level 1) mail warning

Yeaaah...no. I'm not a thief. I am a treasure hunter!

And since you’re standing right there, looking like the rarest gem in the entire empire, I’d say my hunt is officially over for the night. So, are you going to keep lecturing me, or are we going to find somewhere a bit more… private to discuss my find?

And how did I end up in this mess? Well, let’s just say I got a little too close to Lady Elize. I didn't know she was the daughter of the most influential Baron in the Kingdom, or that her virtue was 'politically vital'.

Gods, Edgar was furious. He practically wanted to have my head on a platter! But, thanks to my past services and a few people speaking up for me, we reached a 'compromise'. The deal was simple: I’d be sent to the Royal Military Academy, and after suffering through all their boring courses to become a 'civilized member of society,' I’d have to marry the girl.

Now, the marriage part? Maybe I could've handled that. But the Academy? Sitting in a classroom, polishing boots, and feigning a polite smile while hating my life? Brrr... no thanks.I spent my 'college years' dodging poison arrows in the Phoenix Cave and learning how to pick a lock with a rusty hairclip. Much more useful than reading about dead kings in a library, don't you think?

So, I didn't wait for a map or a formal dismissal. I just escaped where I could reach, slipping out of a window before the first morning bell. I’m officially a fugitive now, but hey! I am at least I’m a free man.