Livelywanderer

 The wind blew from the east, and the clouds threatened to begin their downpour at any second. The brightness from the moon shone through these clouds, and fell across the trees, creating long eire shadows. One of these shadows was that of Toby, as he slowly made his way back to the mansion after another night out, fulfilling his orders. A dripping noise emanated from one of his axes, as he carried it over his shoulder. He approved the great mansion of which he called home, and once there, he slowly creaked open the door, half expecting someone else to be up. The mansion was quiet on a night like this one. He smiled under his mask, and slid h