Anyway, so for those of you who actually read this, this is a part of Cassy's story that needs to be written. After Cassy is konked on the head and saved by Cass who runs away so Drae can come in and help Cara--yes, a mouth full, I know--Drae gets Cara and Cassy back to the inn where a Ma'lin?? comes and fixes Cassy up. Drae and Cara are in the inn with her father, Kailik, eating and resting. Cass has ran outside to get together with the Klis and the rest of their party or rogues. Currently Cass is trying to sneak back into the guarded town.
That is where I'm at now and will start.
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His feet found the footholds with relative ease as he climbed the large hackberry tree. The leaves were turning a golden yellow and a few fell to the ground as he made his way to the second and third branches. He was well hidden in the tree that held his light figure.
Stupid people, he thought. They build a wall and let the trees grow over it. You'd think they'd at least prune the branches. Some little miscreant could climb a tree and there could be all sorts of troubles. He couldn't help but smile. He was no little miscreant. A rather large pain would be more like it, or so he was told so often.
The thief slithered up the branch like the serpent he'd seen once by the Moluniah Ocean much farther south than any of these pathetic mountain men had ever ventured. They probably haven't traveled more than three hundred paces from the walls of the city. Build your walls, men, he thought. I will any and all. None of them can hold me. "No cage ever will."
"Did you hear something?" a guard, not twenty steps away whispered to another sensory. The thief had said the last words aloud without realizing it until it was too late.
There was no response or another word from either of them. The boy knew that he would be caught. But he wasn't going to let these fat men actually catch him. A chase could be fun. Much more fun than stalking that girl. . . Well, maybe. These men won't get as red in the face as she did. He grinned again and slid from the overhanging branch onto the small tower made of feeble and brittle stone. His feet touched softly as he landed in his crouch. The guards had walked past already, one down into the tower and the other along the other wall.
He slid along the wall, slinking in the corner's shadows. The sensory in the tower climbed back up the ladder and went back to his post next to the flag that waved in the light breeze. The guard wasn't well dressed, probably hand-me-down clothes that had gone down in at least five generations. They were patched and faded, even in the moon light. His hair was getting to be long enough to curl under the small, armored cap. There was very little meat on the boy in the first place and his clothes hung on him very loosely. It seemed as though if he were to move too quickly the belt he had would fall as would his leggings. It was probably his first night on the job. The only thing of value on this boy, who was younger than the thief himself, was a bull horn from the southern plains. It was a prize horn that would probably fetch a lot of money, or just look good on his belt.
The thief smiled and glided up behind him. He slid a small dagger out of his sleeve and gently placed it across the young boy’s throat. The knife was pressed ever so slightly into the skin, drawing a sliver of blood. It wouldn't be enough to mortally wound him, but enough to make him know that whoever was behind him was serious.
"If you say a word," the thief whispered hoarsely, "you'll get more than just a little blood on your shirt."
The sensory was quaking in his boots and didn't know what to do. The thief untied the horn without a sound. And stepped away from the frozen guard.
"Now, you may raise an alarm." The thief bowed deeply, horn in hand, then jumped off the wall--his cloak billowing behind him--and into the city street below, rolling as he landed. He sprinted off down the dark alley as the boy above him croaked out a warning cry. Without his horn, he had no real alarm until his partner, who was sure to be in a pit of trouble when his captain found out, found him and got the alarm raised.
The thief slowed down to a leisurely walk and tied his new horn to his belt. It was a prize. A long, decently curved white horn with golden brown tips. When he had a chance, he'd have to try it out. Maybe at two in the morning in the middle of a residential area. Or just outside that girls window at the inn. He smiled at the thought and walked on cheerfully.
There were a few guards that ran by, but none of them seemed to notice him. They were taking all the fun out of his little adventure and he was becoming most put out. What did he have to do? Steel the largest diamond in the city? Walk in on the governor and his mistress? All of this was becoming rather dull very quickly.
The girl. C. Freesmen, I'll go visit her. She's bound to be more interesting than just wondering the streets. He turned at the next corner and headed toward the ____________ Inn where she was staying.
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