A fine coat (a bit large) and a pair of good boots (also a bit large) and at a good price too. Leaving things out in the open was inviting thieves you know, and he never turned down an invitation. It was time to quit the city; things were no longer as prosperous, especially since the guardsmen were so intent on ruining one’s life.

At every turn there was one accusation or another about what you were doing here, a rule that you can’t do such and such there. How do people live like that? The constant, watchful oppression of the law enforcement types was stifling. There was a way to get your real rewards. He would be the rule and law if the legends of the Crown were only half true. Out in the wilds there were no interfering lawmen to get in the way of you plying your trade. That swaggering young pup looked to be an easy mark The Thief would keep up with him and see what he could gain.

He dogged the lummoxes trail as best he could. At one point he saw him digging in an old pile of bones. Obviously luck was on his quarries side because he saw him stash something in his belt pouch and move on. Near the end of the day he followed the Warrior to the edge of a village. It was the next morning that he took up his pursuit again, at mid day he chose to make his presence known.

Not being far from the village it was easy to make a friendly gesture and join together for a mid day meal. The Thief was the first to decide to have a ‘snooze’. He had been generous with his meat and shared his wine...useful tools, food and drink. They dull further the already dull wits of the common sort of rabble he preyed upon. It was not long before the young, muscle bound oaf was peacefully asleep. His axe would make a nice prize to take away.

With that done he quietly moved away and left his victim to his fate...but he was not done with him yet.

The Thief had taken the long way around to avoid an Ogre that was dwelling in the woods he wanted to pass through. The Warrior, fool that he was, blundered right into the monster. The contest promised great sport, he enjoyed watching these bouts. There was many a tavern he had been in just to goad some over drunken farm hand into a fight with some other wastrel just to enjoy the spectacle.

This ‘warrior’ had the luck, but not in a fight. The Thief had seen him gleaning some trinkets earlier and the fact that someone had a thing that he did not made his hands itch...let’s see how this fray goes first however.

It was fairly disappointing at the end of it, no real victory was reached. That was probably for the best, he would have a hard time getting round the Ogre. The Warriors encounter with the Giant was far more satisfying. A good solid thump and his mark was laid out in a perfect fashion. Getting round the towering Giant took some doing but the Warrior had fallen outside the creatures view.

The Warrior was not as lucky as the Thief thought, slim pickings at best. That big canteen promised to be useful however. Where he was headed there were burning deserts that he may have to cross.

“Goodbye old chap! I am sure you will have a few more goods for me to help you with as the days go on!” He patted the battered, unconscious man on the head and made off for tamer territory.