darrian_anner (darrian_anner) wrote in thedas, @ 2010-02-15 20:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! thread, & before 9:45, @ darrian anner, @ dolain |
Backscene: Thick as Thieves
Who: Darrian, Dolain
Where: Denerim
When: 9:31
Summary: A group of elven urchins attempt a break in.
Rating: G
As twilight drew lengthening shadows across the city of Denerim, five small figures crept stealthily into an alley, unnoticed. The stopped within the deep shadows, looking upwards, their target a small window looked out over the alley, the shutter leaning crookedly on one side.
Darrian pressed himself against the wall as he glanced around at the other elves with him. They were of varying ages – between nine and twelve – all with nimble fingers and fast legs. What tied them together was one thing only – hunger and the plan to enter this house and make off with as much goodies as they could.
He didn’t want to be here – he much preferred to lift purses in the street where he could run unhindered if caught, but as it had been pointed out, not many had a lot of worth in their purses nowadays. If they wanted to get their hands on some real goods, this was a given, not a choice. The merchant they were targeting had been lucky – his shop had remained miraculously untouched during the Horde’s attack, and so was doing pretty well at a time when almost everyone else was struggling.
If they pulled this off successfully they could all go to sleep with a full belly for once – them and the rest of the gang of which they were part of. Or loosely part of – Darrian didn’t much like the gang or the idea of being a part of it, but there was no denying that working together they were more likely to get their hands on food or coin, so he tended to stick around, at least on the fringes.
And today he’d been chosen to take part in this break in. He didn’t like it –Unfortunately Dolain was the unofficial leader, which only made him dislike the operation further – he neither liked, nor trusted him. He always seemed to end up with less than his fair share with him around. But again, there was little he could do about this.
Darrian looked up at the window again, biting his lip nervously. There was a particular reason why he of all people had been chosen to tag along on this venture. He was smaller than even his elven companions, and could probably squeeze, with difficulty, through the small gap the window provided, giving him access to the merchant’s house, while the merchant himself was still busy in the shop downstairs.
Still, he hesitated.