In notes and credits (I Didn’t include much detail in prologue so it kinda sucks)
It was the one house that didn’t fit in, They said it was the house of the Highwayman. And if you could look close at the walls, you can see the holes musket balls have produced, and even smell the black powder. The house never lights their lights, or the stove. It seems like no one lived there. After all, the town was a gray one, And the only life was the river, It sparkled and reflected the sunlight In rays of red light, they bounded off the water It was the day when I stepped foot off the packet boat. Which I had got on at Windsor. The soil had not been packed and the weeds grew high in this countryside. Ahead of me was a path of dirt which winded like a snake throughout the forest. I looked back at the packet boat, which had steamed off, winding Down the river following its curves as the sunset glinted off the hilt of my old spadroon. I prized the sword. It wasn’t an expensive one. It was old, But it worked. And god forbid i will ever have to use it. I stepped forward, my boots sinking into the mud of the river bank, and I shivered as the water seeped through my boots. The sun disappeared through the treetops as I trudged, without a lantern, into the forest. This was before I started My business with Clark, the Chimney sweeper. Before I found out about The alumnites. But that story would happen on the morrow about 2 weeks later. I stopped my trudge at the side of the road, Taking a step to the side. I heard a click, It was the pulling back of a flintlock hammer. ”Who Treads Here!” I heard a voice whisper behind me. ”I Am a mere traveler.” I whispered back, my voice quivering as I tightened my grip on the hilt of the spadroon sword. I could tell he saw that I had a sword, as he pressed the cold sleek barrel into my neck. “Empty the Haversack.” He demanded. ”I have 50 Pounds” I Handed them over to the Highwayman. Who put them into his Haversack. Then he glanced in my haversack. I shuddered. And he saw it, I could tell he saw the glint of moonlight from The Gold Ring. ”That too! Now!” He demanded. I didnt move. He spat. ”He snatched the sack and spat again at my foot. “You're lucky I didn't kill you.” I Yelled at him but he rode away. I Ran and ran but I lost him, I was out of breath and panting and the blood soaked my foot from running. That was my wife’s ring, before she died. My name Is Louis Bernard. And I'm not afraid to kill… I didn't smile. I stood up and Drew my sword
