If you can dodge a wrench...

As soon as the sun went down, Rogue was sprinting out the door of the old palace, leaping and bounding through the starry evening with excited yaps and barks. The young Klein prince hated being cooped up, doubly so now that they were allowed loose around Ashen lands. He just wanted to spend all his time exploring and playing and lording over his family’s domain! Tonight he had plans to sniff about the lake territory and see what trouble he could get into when a call from his uncle rang out through the forested ravine, summoning him and his siblings for a lesson. Rogue pouted, his nose scrunching up in disdain. Aw man, another lesson? He hated all these boring lessons they were having to get! Why couldn’t they just be allowed to do whatever they wanted?

For a moment, Rogue considered just ignoring his uncle’s call, weighing his options and how much trouble he might be in if he snuck off and pretended to not hear Plague. In the end, the midnight-hued prince breathed a sigh of defeat and turned toward the call. Guess exploring would have to wait til later… Making his way less enthusiastically through the nighttime woods, Rogue eventually emerged to find his brothers already there with Plague. But what he also saw peaked his interest. Dummies like the kind he saw Ashen’s warriors training with were set up and waiting. Rogue’s head lifted, curious amethyst eyes peering about as he came up to join his brothers. "Hi, Uncle Plague. What are we doing today?" he asked their de facto teacher for the evening, wondering if maybe he’d get to destroy something as a consolation prize for his time.

"Rogue Klein"