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Twitch watched from his hiding place. Any second now, the cart would come rolling along, full of supplies just ripe for the taking, fresh off the sea from the harbor. He heard the cracking of wheels on the dirt road and peeked up from his bush, just enough that he could see it coming, but not enough to be seen.

The driver pulled back on the reins, stopping his horse in it's tracks. What was that, up ahead on the road? It looked like a young lady, unconscious. He jumped off the cart and ran to her aid, abandoning the supplies a good fifty yards away.

Twitch slowly creeped from his bush, tiptoed down to the road, and cringed as the cart squeaked when he climbed aboard. The man looked like he was out of earshot, so Twitch relaxed a little. He began nicking things from the cart: a few apples here, a dagger there, and a nice pair of leather gauntlets that he intended to keep for himself. Yes, there was many a good item on the cart, daggers made of steel rather than his own iron ones, food that was not rotten, and the finest armor you could ask for. Twitch, upon seeing this, decided it was time for a change, and pulled on a new set of leather armor over top of his old, worn down vest. After all, he should take what he can carry, because the rest wasn't going to last long. Soon his pockets were full, and he was ready to initiate section two of his plan.

The cart driver came up beside the young lady, filled with concern. She wasn't moving, it didn't even look like she was breathing. She has a large, bloody cut on her head; it looked like someone had hit her with a fast moving cart. He wasn't sure what he could have done for her, or if she was eve safe to touch. He floundered for a second, before hearing a loud slam, clatter, and a yell come from behind him, about fifty yards away.

Twitch had to think fast. His nervous tick, of course, had accelerated with his heart rate, and nothing got him more excited than a plan coming together. Ironically, it was this exactly that made him unintentionally ruin most of his plans. He had twitched and knocked over a crate of steel helmets, making a loud noise. One of the helmets had also landed on his toe, causing him to curse many of the unholy things within the crate. This, he supposed, was as good a time as any to initiate part two of his plan. "Glut! No-ow!" He yelled as he lunged for the reins.

The cart driver ran as fast as he could back to the cart, watching in horror as the thief grabbed the reins. Suddenly, he was tackled to the ground. The figure on top of him was surprisingly light, and somewhat... squishy. The man flipped around onto his back to see the injured young woman on top of him, staring at him seductively. However this was not a turn on, because there was something inhuman about her... the way her skin was a little too soft, the way she smiled dumbly at him, the way she slowly melted into a pink blob that was pinning all of his limbs to the ground. "Swindled" he grumbled to himself. "Ah am soooo fir'd!"

Twitch grabbed the reins, and prayed. Viktor appeared behind him, giving him instructions on what to do. Soon enough, he was galloping along at a very dangerous pace, nearly maiming himself and everybody sharing the road in the process. He was almost at the drop point, just a few more seconds, and he would have done his guild a great deed. He looked at Viktor, who signaled Malvo to fade in from the shadows. "You know what t' do." Viktor said, as Mavlo took the form of a Pelliper. He scooped up Twitch in his giant beak, flying him to safety, as Viktor used his sharp claws to cut the reins, fading into the shadows seconds before the horses scattered and the cart got closer, closer. Deed done Twitch thought, as he watched the cart go sailing off of the road, and straight into the harbor.

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Twitch watched from his hiding place. Any second now, the cart would come rolling along, full of supplies just ripe for the taking, fresh off the sea from the harbor. He heard the cracking of wheels on the dirt road and peeked up from his bush, just enough that he could see it coming, but not enough to be seen.

The driver pulled back on the reins, stopping his horse in it's tracks. What was that, up ahead on the road? It looked like a young lady, unconscious. He jumped off the cart and ran to her aid, abandoning the supplies a good fifty yards away.

Twitch slowly creeped from his bush, tiptoed down to the road, and cringed as the cart squeaked when he climbed aboard. The man looked like he was out of earshot, so Twitch relaxed a little. He began nicking things from the cart: a few apples here, a dagger there, and a nice pair of leather gauntlets that he intended to keep for himself. Yes, there was many a good item on the cart, daggers made of steel rather than his own iron ones, food that was not rotten, and the finest armor you could ask for. Twitch, upon seeing this, decided it was time for a change, and pulled on a new set of leather armor over top of his old, worn down vest. After all, he should take what he can carry, because the rest wasn't going to last long. Soon his pockets were full, and he was ready to initiate section two of his plan.

The cart driver came up beside the young lady, filled with concern. She wasn't moving, it didn't even look like she was breathing. She has a large, bloody cut on her head; it looked like someone had hit her with a fast moving cart. He wasn't sure what he could have done for her, or if she was eve safe to touch. He floundered for a second, before hearing a loud slam, clatter, and a yell come from behind him, about fifty yards away.

Twitch had to think fast. His nervous tick, of course, had accelerated with his heart rate, and nothing got him more excited than a plan coming together. Ironically, it was this exactly that made him unintentionally ruin most of his plans. He had twitched and knocked over a crate of steel helmets, making a loud noise. One of the helmets had also landed on his toe, causing him to curse many of the unholy things within the crate. This, he supposed, was as good a time as any to initiate part two of his plan. "Glut! No-ow!" He yelled as he lunged for the reins.

The cart driver ran as fast as he could back to the cart, watching in horror as the thief grabbed the reins. Suddenly, he was tackled to the ground. The figure on top of him was surprisingly light, and somewhat... squishy. The man flipped around onto his back to see the injured young woman on top of him, staring at him seductively. However this was not a turn on, because there was something inhuman about her... the way her skin was a little too soft, the way she smiled dumbly at him, the way she slowly melted into a pink blob that was pinning all of his limbs to the ground. "Swindled" he grumbled to himself. "Ah am soooo fir'd!"

Twitch grabbed the reins, and prayed. Viktor appeared behind him, giving him instructions on what to do. Soon enough, he was galloping along at a very dangerous pace, nearly maiming himself and everybody sharing the road in the process. He was almost at the drop point, just a few more seconds, and he would have done his guild a great deed. He looked at Viktor, who signaled Malvo to fade in from the shadows. "You know what t' do." Viktor said, as Mavlo took the form of a Pelliper. He scooped up Twitch in his giant beak, flying him to safety, as Viktor used his sharp claws to cut the reins, fading into the shadows seconds before the horses scattered and the cart got closer, closer. Deed done Twitch thought, as he watched the cart go sailing off of the road, and straight into the harbor.