The introduction

The sky was clear as Ozi lied on a pile of hay in a stable. Ozi was a rogue, an outlaw who didn't want to be caught under the rules of society. Tonight however he slept in a stable found in a random village along his travel, he was happy with the simple shelter for the night 

Ozi soon found himself drifting off to sleep, his curled up form covered by a dark cloak that seemed to act as a blanket

He had been travelling for a while, kingdom from kingdom, meeting another person to learning another language, he deeply valued knowledge and wasn't shy about the fact he was cunning or clever for a thief his age, he liked in the control of the moment no matter the situation. It was just his luck running into trouble all the time, but tonight seemed calm at last