Joyeful
[Tinnitus]
Gideon Wright had never been in so much trouble.
Sure, there was that first time when he had taken a few more cookies from the jar that he was supposed to.
And that other time when he had been caught kissing the neighbor's daughter- who had been happily (yeah, right) engaged to his brother- whoops.
Oh, and that time he had gotten caught in a debt to a bartender- who happened to be a gang leader, which is a wonderful surprise when you're trying to smuggle two kegs of ale.
But by far, this was the worst mistake of his life, as he was paraded through the halls of the palace- caught in the damned vaults, of all things, talking to a pretty witch, who he had been trying to distract as he made off with... well, a few family heirlooms. Not such a big deal when he took on the task, and he thought it'd be way easier than some of the much less savory, bloodier jobs he'd taken on.
Mistakes and miscalculations were common in his line of work- but being caught stealing the king's gold (what had he been thinking, again? Oh, yeah, he needed money to repay that bartender, and satisfy his employer, and still be able to make a killing, ha-ha) was by far the worst of them all.
So as he was brought before the man he'd been trying to rob, being eyed suspiciously by every single eye that passed him- good lord were there a lot of people working here- he was almost too caught up in his thoughts to notice that same witch he'd been conversing with earlier- almost.
Crap, did I run into the king's right hand?
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Sure, there was that first time when he had taken a few more cookies from the jar that he was supposed to.
And that other time when he had been caught kissing the neighbor's daughter- who had been happily (yeah, right) engaged to his brother- whoops.
Oh, and that time he had gotten caught in a debt to a bartender- who happened to be a gang leader, which is a wonderful surprise when you're trying to smuggle two kegs of ale.
But by far, this was the worst mistake of his life, as he was paraded through the halls of the palace- caught in the damned vaults, of all things, talking to a pretty witch, who he had been trying to distract as he made off with... well, a few family heirlooms. Not such a big deal when he took on the task, and he thought it'd be way easier than some of the much less savory, bloodier jobs he'd taken on.
Mistakes and miscalculations were common in his line of work- but being caught stealing the king's gold (what had he been thinking, again? Oh, yeah, he needed money to repay that bartender, and satisfy his employer, and still be able to make a killing, ha-ha) was by far the worst of them all.
So as he was brought before the man he'd been trying to rob, being eyed suspiciously by every single eye that passed him- good lord were there a lot of people working here- he was almost too caught up in his thoughts to notice that same witch he'd been conversing with earlier- almost.
Crap, did I run into the king's right hand?
Closed to LunaWalker