[b] Earlier that day, Outside of the capital [/b]

Just off of the main road, hidden away in a small copse of trees were a group of men and women watching the gate. "Are you sure you have to do this Anthony?" One of the rebels said, her accent and the way she pronounced his name making it sound like 'Antony' "I'm positive, and if i don't go Gaius will call me a dishonorable coward." He said. [color=Teal]"All of this skulking around is dishonorable, but we shall never refuse a summon when the horn calls we come. And perhaps we can find a peaceful end to our conflict." [/color] Gaius said, seemingly speaking from everywhere and nowhere all at once.
"Well i don't know the man, but he can't be good if he let his land fall into this state, and let people outside the walls die."
[color=teal]"Perhaps he does not have enough men to fight."[/color]
"You and I both know that is not the problem, and besides from what little memories you have you've beat back entire armies with less."
[color=teal]"Did i? I can't seem to recall."[/color]
Anthony just shook his head, and adjusted his gear waiting for a way to enter the city, and it came in the form of a retinue of men lead by someone in heavy armor, even from where they sat they could hear him as he addressed the guards acting very much like a king, but to Anthony he was just another loud mouthed fool peacocking for his gathered men. 

But then the man pulled out a rod and a single bolt of lightning came down and struck it. Startling the guards and the horses of his men, Anthony took back what he thought about the man peacocking whoever he was had a hero object and the power to back it up. [color=Teal]"Go now, under the carts."[/color] Gaius urged him, but he did not require it before he knew it, he was moving as quickly and as silently as he could taking advantage of the momentary chaos caused by the bolt. He managed to get under one of the supply wagons, and hang onto the bottom of it. When the wagons were a good distance away he let go dropping into the street getting his green cloak all muddy not that anyone would notice seeing as the cloak was all dirt, mud, and field patched anyways. With the caravan firmly out of sight, he disappeared into the crowds of the city.

[b]Later that day, the palace [/b]
Anthony didn't linger for very long, instead going straight to the palace and scouting it out. He waited for what felt like ages for the right moment but in reality it was only a few hours. He resigned himself to entering through the front door, approaching the guards they looked at him curiously. "You look familiar." One of them said, and reached for his sword. "I left the party for some fresh air, perhaps you saw me enter?" 
"No, I could of sworn i saw your face on one of the wanted posters."
"You must be mistaken."
"I'm not mistaken, you're that rebel!"
[color=teal]"Whatever you do don't fight them." [/color]
The guards grabbed Anthony by the collar and pulled him to the ground. "Nice, try traitor." The other said and dragged him into the palace. The nobles turned their gazes to the guards dragging in this scruffy rebel by the collar of his tunic, they slammed him to the ground in front of the king. "This rebel was trying to sneak in through the front gate M'lord." And with a bow and a swift kick to the ribs to a fallen Anthony the guards left the room. [color=Teal]"You didn't fight them I'm very proud of you Anthony." [/color] Gaius said, "Tell that to my ribs." He said aloud, and looked to the king. "You going to have my head right here, or you going to have the courtesy to offer a chair to a guest?" He said, staring the king right in the eye from the floor unflinching even with the dull pain in his ribs.