[RPG] Alberto Diego Sancho Luis Manitez

[Lyle Esau]

'Di...ego... Diego... wake up, we have to get out of here.' The ruckus 
from outside the room woke him from his slumber. His eyes shot open, his 
body frozen in place from his surroundings. And slowly he moved the arm 
that was drapped across him.
Standing from the bed, he pulled on his breechs. And turning to the bed, 
he looked at the women he had just been sleeping with, admiring her 
exposed, naked, slistening body. 'Diego' There it was again, his 
concentration broken by words. Reaching for his belt and Rapier, he 
quickly fastened it to his waist, and tucking the parrying dagger into 
the front, his shirt and cape he drapped over his shoulder and hat upon 
his head. Though as he was about to leave he caught himself in the 
mirror. And halted in his tracks, posing before the mirror for himself. 
His skin a golden brown was magnificant, his black, wavy, shoulder 
lengthed hair flowed like a river from beneath his hat. And his beard 
and moustache were kept clean and tidy. 'You are a very handsome man 
indeed, sir, and coming from me that is a great complement.' His voice 
was persuasive, as if he was trying to seduce his very own reflection.

'I am sorry my sleeping lady, but I must now take my leave of you. Lest 
your husband think ill of me.' From the table beside her, he pocketed 
the jewelry and went to the door. Opening it up to the disturbed sight 
of a man, his face scared, to numerous to count. 'Yaargh, don't scare me 
like that. Now lets go before she awakens.'

The two men were quickly running from the place. From a pocket Diego 
procured a small Reby encrusted ring, and tossed it to his friend. 'We 
did well this night, my good friend. So are the others ready to leave.' 
'We wait for only you Diego. And already they come for us, or did you 
forget from who we stole last night.' Laughter erupted from the two of 
them as they ran 'Why I stole the wife of some petty lord.' 'And that 
petty lord, Diego, wants your head on a pike.' 'He cannot have my head, 
nor the pike once we steal it.'