I looked out the hole in the wall trying to wiggle free of the bounds the baker had expertly tied when I heard a slow melodramatic voice speaking softly, quietly, relaxed "They are coming I say we give them the girl, we have no other form of payment" I heard from up the stairs of the damp basement. I understood who they would have meant I tried loosening up the rope."how do I find myself in these problems always involving stealing or flirting!?!" I shouted glowering at wall as if knew the answer, as a back length piece of raven black hair fell on my face annoying me further. I easily stole from the times the fishmonger or baker when they let their sons work their trades, today was the baker.One of the baker's sons Quirlli, he was the baker's eldest, he was seventeen and he had reddish brown hair long down past his heavy set shoulders with grey thick weave shirt, to where it rested by the bulky muscled arms riddled with scars from baking accidents, and beefy hands for kneading dough which all combated with is sweet persona, though he was a real Jackass towards the other village boys who pushed and shoved their ways to the nearest virgin girl. Which always made him a favorite of the other girls because he beat up anyone who tried to get anywhere near a them with darker purposes,but at that time I needed someone easy to distract with looks, him I needed my special weapon, but would it work? little did I know It wouldn't even come close, I walked forward into the baker's shop I decided that I would stop worrying and get the job done, I looked around and saw Quirlli baking some fluffy bread in the back which would give me about 30 seconds to get to work stealing as much as I could fit into the rough canvas bag which coincidentally was also stolen. gruff hands gripped my shoulders I turned to see Quirlli "uh can I say I was re-shelving?" Then I was tied up in the basement faster than you can say "whoops" which brings us to my predicament. I wiggled out my knife, which luckily was in my pocket "I'm not saying I'm not grateful but you could have made your appearance sooner Mr knife." I said rubbing the blade against the rope, as always I was cutting it close.I ran up the stairs right into the arms of a pale dark brown haired boy looking as if this was an early birthday present.
