"It's about damn time you showed up," a voice spoke, with a sultry accent and tempered tone. Patience she was not well-known for; in fact, she had quite the vile reputation. Of course, it was simply reputation; she had her moments, but most of all, she was a good companion to have in nasty situations. Still, when plans were delayed because of someone not showing up on time, she wasn't a very happy camper. That's when her patience ran dry.

It was tough being poor. Thats what her kind were known for: being poor, poor, poor. Poor as dirt, poor as poor could be. That meant they had to fight hard to survive. If that meant robbing carriages that happened to pass by in the dark of night, completely susceptible to circumstances beyond their control, then so be it. They had to survive somehow, their little family group. Tziporah was the only woman in the group to go out on such outings. She was cunning, and could plan even the toughest hijacks with ease. So far she had been more successful than the majority of the men in their group. Thus, she was in charge with the majority of the heists.

"I'm sorry, Tziporah," the man wheezed, his plump frame keeping him from the easiest activity. He was balding, a thin ring of hair the last atop his head. He was cloaked in dark colours to shield him in the night, similarly to the garb of the three others that had been waiting for him. He was the odd one out, it seemed; the others were much more physically fit, Tziporah's typical cronies, while he was only along for the ride for one simple reason. One of her men happened to dislocate his shoulder the night prior, and was still sore from it being popped into place with some difficulty. She didn't necessarily need any extra help, but his father (the late one) volunteered himself. She didn't see any real harm in allowing him to come, and decided he'd be in charge of seeing if any buggies happen to cross their path.

"Watch." Her command was simple, yet was packed with enough authority to cause the man to sweat. He scuttled off to do so, hiding behind some mangled-looking bushes. Tziporah had heard that a carriage carrying a noble to a neighboring town was seen leaving early that morning, to return that night or the following morning. She had been watching the road for quite some time while her comrades arrived, and none such carriage had passed by. Hopefully it would pass by in that time period, or else they were straight out of luck. If it were to pass, however, she knew she would be successful. Two previous heists had been unsuccessful, because of their being heavily guarded both on the inside and outsides of the carriage. Unless they had picked up more people in the neighboring town, they'd be fine, as long as her source had been accurate.

"Tziporah, on the horizon! I see something coming this way." One of her henchmen, and not her actual watchmen, had seen its approach. Her eyes steadied on a shadow lurking at an easy pace toward them. It was indeed a carriage, just as her source had mentioned. The moonlight was not bright enough for her to see much else from that distance, but she clicked her tongue happily and ushered her men toward the road. They covered their faces with short shawls wrapped around their necks, the white of their eyes the only possible thing to be seen. Her heart pounded as the carriage came closer, and closer, though she was pleased that the carriage was taking so long to get to their location. That would mean an easier hop onto it, and possibly an easier hijack.

The time came, and her men knew what to do. One hopped onto the front, where the driver was in his own little world, singing slightly-drunken tunes she recognized from a prestigious little pub in town. Tziporah jumped onto the side of the carriage, the toe of her thin leather boot holding on only slightly to a small ledge at the side of the carriage, and another of her men did the same on the opposite side. One more jumped onto one side of the rear axel, holding the wheel onto the carriage. They all hung low so as not to be seen, especially the one by the driver. Silent, they waited for the opportune moment..

"Gerard I will hear no more of it when we get to the villa,this blasted thing is coming off." A sharp but subtle voice snapped with in the carriage.The voice of a lady who puts you in mind of a glorious phoenix. She has narrow eyes the color of light filled amber. Her luxurious, curly, midnight black hair is worn in a style that reminds you of an elaborate sculpture. She is Tall and has a voluptuous build. Her skin is deeply-tanned. She has high cheekbones and thin eyebrows. Her wardrobe is an elegant mix of layered dresses and jewelry. A noble of a woman in a long line of noble Celts and Nords giving her such a bold appearance and an even bolder name,which she was raised to fill it as such.

"As you wish M'lady but I do wish you would reconsider until we were out of this country. Though I know it is useless so I will let it go." Replied Gerard with a tired voice.This brave man has large blue eyes that are like two chunks of lapis lazuli. His luxurious, straight, milky-white hair is worn in a style that reminds you of a horse's mane. He is tall and has a broad-shouldered build. His skin is cream-colored. He has a weak chin. His wardrobe is flattering, with a lot of red.He was an old man,one of the oldest in the guard but age had not slowed him,much.He still could compete with many of the younger men with the sword and bow. He was a bear in a bare knuckle fight and kitten in the presence of his grand children.He bore the weight of many lives on his shoulders and carried himself as such.

Freya huffed a little at her guard,clasping her hands together and placed them in her lap.She stared at the covered window trying to ignore the stubborn man,tho she knew he was right.She wrinkled her nose as she stared at the pale white fabric,and began to let her eyes wander around the small room again.Looking over to her protector she couldn't help but giggle,he was hell bent about protecting her he sometimes forgot how old he was.

Gerard's eyes stare at the empty leather covered wall before him when Freya had looked at the window.HE held his tongue not wanting to spur the situation on any more.He looked at the covered window on his side and squinted trying to see through the fabric.They should have been in town by now or at least nearing a guards watch.When he stopped and listened after the conversation and over the horses hooves he heard the drunkard.He sighed and crouched in the carriage,banging on the top of it."Pardon me M'lady,I must speak with the driver."He said as he turned the small handle and pushed the door open to stick his head out.