Marcus was writing down his memoirs in his bed chambers by a small flickering light. He had gotten the idea from his father who always had regretted not keeping a journal for his son to read. Marcus hoped someone would read his journal one day too. He suddenly heard a slight click from outside his room. He tried to ignore it but no sound came after it and he became curious. He saw the trinket on the floor. He picked it up and looked around but no one was there. He went to the guard barracks and ordered all men to search for her. He needed her to be found. There was no chance that she would have gotten pass the gate or climbed the wall without being caught. Or could she ?