Obnoxious snoring again. I didn’t get a decent night’s rest under the moon with these thugs. I lie there wondering why I joined these miscreants.
The overabundance of muscle on this job made retrieving the item as easy as playing keep-away from a Halfling, and the pay paltry.
Just when my exhaustion began to win out, my eyes caught a shadow flash in front of the few remaining embers of the fire. There he was, tiptoe-ing over to it. My pay was about to be forfeit at the hands of that drunken fool.
As small as the reward was, I wasn’t going to let that happen.
He was too busy prying the shiny, silver shirt from the sleeping arms of one of the others, the most “trustworthy” of the bunch. I wager he would’ve bolted already save for the excessive celebrating that night.
He managed to wrestle it from the grunt’s idle arms.
The idiot stood there with a foolish grin on his face and shirt in his grasp.
And a dagger in his back.
I learned a lesson that night. With shirt in hand and a dead man at your feet, it’s difficult to appear innocent.
Luckily, I was the only one who could run in a straight line that night.
– Excerpt from Five Fools and a Foreigner by Thaydon Vorlance