ooc:
Behold the grand return of the honorable thief, Fynnius Fleetblade...this topic is open, just keep in my that my responses will lag.
bic:
"Good day to ya, I'll have one of the pears," a beaming halfling called up to a merchant.
"Two silver, halfpint," the merchant responded.
A frown passed over the halfling's face as he heard the word "halfpint." It was gone in an instant and he nodded in response to the price. The halfling hadn't intended on any theft today, but this merchant needed to be taught a lesson. The halfling fumbled with the small bag of coins on his belt and took excessive care in counting out the money. He had a look of strain as he placed four silver on the counter. The merchant grinned widely, he was obviously dealing with a fool.
"That'd be two silver, right?"
"That's right, shorty, that is exactly two silver," the merchant grinned.
The merchant picked up the four silver pieces and turned to place them in a small box behind him for safekeeping. The halfling quickly began to pocket fruit of various types and shove a loaf of bread into his pack. When the merchant turned around, the halfling was gone. There was a slight noise behind him and a swift sound of feet retreating. The merchant turned to find his safebox gone, and in its place was a single dart with the intials "F.F." carved into it.
"Guards! Thief! A bloody halfling just made off with my earnings!"
The nearby guards began their search. The halfling, grinned from his new perch atop a building. As he counted out the money from the safebox, he munched on the pear he had bought and took a bite out of the loaf of bread. He paused when he heard sounds in the alley below. He stuck his head over and looked down. Several hungry kids seemed to be working up the courage to steal some food. The halfling grinned, but shook his head. They were amateurs, and would get caught.
"Oi! Kids, up 'ere!"
As the kids looked up, pieces of fruit came dropping down from the rooftop. They snatched at the falling food, and gathered up what they failed to catch. They shouted a quick word of thanks to their unseen benefactor and ran off to eat. The halfling chuckled and returned to his counting. Unneknowst to him, the cries of the kids had alerted the guards to his whereabouts and they were closing in.
Behold the grand return of the honorable thief, Fynnius Fleetblade...this topic is open, just keep in my that my responses will lag.
bic:
"Good day to ya, I'll have one of the pears," a beaming halfling called up to a merchant.
"Two silver, halfpint," the merchant responded.
A frown passed over the halfling's face as he heard the word "halfpint." It was gone in an instant and he nodded in response to the price. The halfling hadn't intended on any theft today, but this merchant needed to be taught a lesson. The halfling fumbled with the small bag of coins on his belt and took excessive care in counting out the money. He had a look of strain as he placed four silver on the counter. The merchant grinned widely, he was obviously dealing with a fool.
"That'd be two silver, right?"
"That's right, shorty, that is exactly two silver," the merchant grinned.
The merchant picked up the four silver pieces and turned to place them in a small box behind him for safekeeping. The halfling quickly began to pocket fruit of various types and shove a loaf of bread into his pack. When the merchant turned around, the halfling was gone. There was a slight noise behind him and a swift sound of feet retreating. The merchant turned to find his safebox gone, and in its place was a single dart with the intials "F.F." carved into it.
"Guards! Thief! A bloody halfling just made off with my earnings!"
The nearby guards began their search. The halfling, grinned from his new perch atop a building. As he counted out the money from the safebox, he munched on the pear he had bought and took a bite out of the loaf of bread. He paused when he heard sounds in the alley below. He stuck his head over and looked down. Several hungry kids seemed to be working up the courage to steal some food. The halfling grinned, but shook his head. They were amateurs, and would get caught.
"Oi! Kids, up 'ere!"
As the kids looked up, pieces of fruit came dropping down from the rooftop. They snatched at the falling food, and gathered up what they failed to catch. They shouted a quick word of thanks to their unseen benefactor and ran off to eat. The halfling chuckled and returned to his counting. Unneknowst to him, the cries of the kids had alerted the guards to his whereabouts and they were closing in.
