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That was... quick. And it didn't even get messy; most of the time, I'd be chased down or at least sworn at. This guy was pretty wasted though, and he just gave away his stuff while rambling on about some cave. I casually tested out the size of the armour (it fit me rather tightly, but it would have to do) under my clothing, as to avoid being conspicuous and leaving a rambling man alone. "Yes, yes. You're drunk. We'll get you a horse or something." I made some false conversation as to (again) avoid attention - that guard was either awake or still asleep, and I really didn't want to know. I got a small pouch of his money, but because the man was such an alcoholic, he gave me his spare change... or rather his entire wealth.
He ended up stumbling onto me. I gotta admit, seeing one of my own all tipsy was amusing. Even funnier than watching one of those odd humans celebrate with mugs of ale. Alas, I couldn't stick around much longer. As soon as I buckled the right straps, I was quickly out of this village. A criminal who finally assaulted a guard? That calls for a lynch mob/execution/public humiliation. Guess which two are fatal.
Bloody hell. Getting out of the village wasn't easy. I mean, I was already recognised by some of the locals for being the guy who constantly 'stole' money, and for your information I GAMBLED that money; there's always a chance that the 1 out of 100 will screw me over. And it did happen to me... horrible childhood, horrible life.
Anyway, like I said, getting out wasn't easy. I got the odd leer and the stare, but I didn't really care about what they thought. It was the guards I was afraid of - either they knew I knocked out one of their own, or they'd spot my guilty mind through my shaking. Sure enough, the entrance of the village was actually deserted. No caravans today or anything, so they didn't bother keeping someone at the gates. I really wanted to run out of there, but instead I just kept calmly walking...
...and at last. It took a minute to get there, but it was worth it. Bushes, dirt, and leaves covered the place, and I was elated when I realised I got out of the village without being spotted or anything. But, there was a problem: where would I go? I DID pay attention to that drunkard... so, maybe, going to that mysterious cave to catch a bunch of tired travellers was a good idea.
He ended up stumbling onto me. I gotta admit, seeing one of my own all tipsy was amusing. Even funnier than watching one of those odd humans celebrate with mugs of ale. Alas, I couldn't stick around much longer. As soon as I buckled the right straps, I was quickly out of this village. A criminal who finally assaulted a guard? That calls for a lynch mob/execution/public humiliation. Guess which two are fatal.
Bloody hell. Getting out of the village wasn't easy. I mean, I was already recognised by some of the locals for being the guy who constantly 'stole' money, and for your information I GAMBLED that money; there's always a chance that the 1 out of 100 will screw me over. And it did happen to me... horrible childhood, horrible life.
Anyway, like I said, getting out wasn't easy. I got the odd leer and the stare, but I didn't really care about what they thought. It was the guards I was afraid of - either they knew I knocked out one of their own, or they'd spot my guilty mind through my shaking. Sure enough, the entrance of the village was actually deserted. No caravans today or anything, so they didn't bother keeping someone at the gates. I really wanted to run out of there, but instead I just kept calmly walking...
...and at last. It took a minute to get there, but it was worth it. Bushes, dirt, and leaves covered the place, and I was elated when I realised I got out of the village without being spotted or anything. But, there was a problem: where would I go? I DID pay attention to that drunkard... so, maybe, going to that mysterious cave to catch a bunch of tired travellers was a good idea.
