(The Cloaked Schemer and Ellancher)
 

The early morning sun was just poking its goldeness over the forest treetops, most people would be fast asleep with no plans for waking for hours. The notorious theif, Stark, had been wide awake for hours already. Stark, was a jack of all trades... so to speak. He delt with almost everything people frowned upon, theivery and assassinations though, were his specalties.

The theif was actually settled in a tall pine tree, a small book in his hands. He paused from his reading to look down. Were the guards gone? The clanking of those tin cans they called armour told him they were still searching the forest floor for him. With a sigh Stark drew his knife and tucked his book away in the satchel he had hidden in his cape. Standing up, Stark chucked his knife into another tree. A hardy THwack told him the blade was lodged in the trunk. He grinned as a collection of pincones fell and birds scattered. It was just the distraction he needed to get away.