A Game of Flags

Chapter Two: The Dark Panther

𝗧he Doors of The Nazrule Castle slammed open as Arathor, The Dark Panther, walks out as he has his dual swords tied to his back, wearing his usual black attire.
The Citizens took notice of him, as they stared at him as he walked past, Arathor didn't care though, nor did he pay much attention, he didn't say a word. Which was for the better anyway.
Arathor turned to the right as he walked up a slope, as it went over the walls and he approached a big house, it wasn't too big. But it was a perfect fit.

There was a Guard at the door, as he held a longsword in his hand, looking like a statue as he didn't move a muscle, it took Arathor taking notice to him just to get him to move.
"Hm?" said the Guard. "Oh, welcome in. Master Arathor, i'll open the door for you."
He gently pushed the door with the back of his arm as it opened, with Arathor walking in as the door slammed shut, he immediately went to his bookshelf and started researching on the soldiers of the Nazdal Military of the last Hundred Years.
There was no luck, of course, long pages of writing was worth along with portraits of the "honorable soldiers" (Arathor calls them "Jokes"), it appeared that there was no hope as he closed the book and put it back into the shelf, as he fell into the chair and thought to himself for a second.
He noticed a noise outside, as he approached the window and saw the Thief earlier, he was heading up the stairs into what appeared to be a old house with grass covering it as it's roof, along with a tree on top, he had the bag of groceries with him which was slung onto his right shoulder as he opened the door and went inside.
"It is a stupid decision," murmured Arathor. "But God forbid us all from the worst."
And then Arathor sprang out.

"What did you get?" asked one of Perrin's younger brothers, as they all approached him, who had the shopping that he "bought" with his own "money".
"Alright, steady on," said Perrin. "I need stuff too, y'know?"
Perrin had atleast five brothers and two sisters, he was the oldest, of course, he was rather short for his age, which was nineteen, the second came Abby, who was Perrin's sister, as she was seventeen years old, and then the list goes on and on as it was traditional for the Steinfield's to have lots of children.
Perrin took out a box of cookies. "I need these," said Perrin, reaching for a bottle of beer, "and these, ooh, also these too," he reached for cartons of salt too.
Abby noticed Perrin. "What are you-"
Perrin opened the cookies as he dipped salt on them, which got a disgusting reaction out of the siblings. ("Yuck!")
"Dude, what the hell!" said Tony, one of the older brothers, but not as old as Perrin. "You can't have the cookies to yourself, y'know?"
"Can't be helped," said Perrin, eating.
The Bell rang as Tony dashed to the door, followed by a few other children as he opened the door.

And then, a person covered in leather armor which was painted black, with a red cape going down to the ground, and his black hair going to his shoulders, along with his shiny grey eyes, was Arathor of The Panthers, he was nicknamed The Dark Panther for his stealthiness.
"Good evening," said Arathor. "Is Perekin Bethel here?"
The Siblings immediately turned to Perrin, who sat down at the table, as Perrin stared back at them, and then Arathor stepped in, which got Perrin's attention as his foot slid off the table and hit the ground, making a Thud! sound.
"Hello there, Perekin."

Three is soon!