On the adjacent street nearby, a soldier was walking his route.
He was rather husky, yet broad and sturdy at the same time, with a slightly rounded midsection, and a wide set of shoulders and thick arms to go with it.
He had a bushy black beard that all but shrouded his mouth.

He was armed with a short sword and a shield, his sword was sheathed and his shield strapped securely to his left arm.

As patrolled his street, a sudden urge struck him, a call of nature to be precise.
He stopped and looked both ways, ensuring no one was out and about or could see him, this included both civilians and his fellow soldiers.

Once he was sure know one would see him, he scuttled away into a nearby alley, sliding his shield off from his arm and reaching intently hit his belt and overlying tunic.


Meanwhile, back at the lush manor house, the party below continued, the homeowners and their guests all unaware of the thieves that were sneaking about the house.

Suddenly, a barking could be heard.
A chorus of barking actually.

One of the upstairs rooms had a pair of large, sleek, lean dogs, which one of the thieves it seems had disturbed, and now they were alert and barking loudly and furiously, their barking interlaced with snarls and growling.

The music downstairs slightly wavered, and several concerned voices could be heard chattering away down below. This was immediately followed by the sound of heavy footsteps on the stairs as the dogs continued to bark and growl.