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16.Sep.13, 03:00 PM
Z'jan had hardly began his sneaky adventure before he nearly gave himself away. He'd rounded a corner too quickly and found himself far too close to the back of an unknown man than was ideal for sneaking. With a muffled inhale and a swift skitter backwards, he disappeared back around the corner. He placed has back against the wall. Took a few quiet breaths.
Had he been seen? Heard? He dared a peek around the corner, half expecting to meet eye to eye with a none-too-amused healer. But the figure had moved off. The individual was now crouched before a door, fiddling with the handle. No... not fiddling with the handle... Picking the lock!
It was a skill Z'jan had always wanted to pick up. There were no ends to its usefulness! But alas, it seemed the few who knew were apt to guard their secrets. But this hadn't turned Z'jan off as a kid. Merely converted him into a relatively successful pickpocket. Not that he was proving his worth at the moment. Stuck just around the corner, he had no way of getting closer without risking being seen in this man's periphery. Who was he, anyway? Z'jan had never seen him before. Or at least, didn't recognize him from this distance. He looked about the same age. Z'jan squinted. But it was no use. The other was too far away for him to identify what knots he wore, if any.
Z'jan pondered his next move. Maybe, if he moved slow enough, he could stay pressed against the wall and remain unseen. Just sort of... sidle closer. It seemed a good enough plan as any.
Until Z'jan shifted his weight forward and stepped onto the loudest, most cantankerous floor board that a bumbling journeyman crafter had ever nailed into place.
crrrREEEeeeaaaaaAKKk.... Z'jan froze, expression contorted into an obvious cringe.
Well... fuck.
Had he been seen? Heard? He dared a peek around the corner, half expecting to meet eye to eye with a none-too-amused healer. But the figure had moved off. The individual was now crouched before a door, fiddling with the handle. No... not fiddling with the handle... Picking the lock!
It was a skill Z'jan had always wanted to pick up. There were no ends to its usefulness! But alas, it seemed the few who knew were apt to guard their secrets. But this hadn't turned Z'jan off as a kid. Merely converted him into a relatively successful pickpocket. Not that he was proving his worth at the moment. Stuck just around the corner, he had no way of getting closer without risking being seen in this man's periphery. Who was he, anyway? Z'jan had never seen him before. Or at least, didn't recognize him from this distance. He looked about the same age. Z'jan squinted. But it was no use. The other was too far away for him to identify what knots he wore, if any.
Z'jan pondered his next move. Maybe, if he moved slow enough, he could stay pressed against the wall and remain unseen. Just sort of... sidle closer. It seemed a good enough plan as any.
Until Z'jan shifted his weight forward and stepped onto the loudest, most cantankerous floor board that a bumbling journeyman crafter had ever nailed into place.
crrrREEEeeeaaaaaAKKk.... Z'jan froze, expression contorted into an obvious cringe.
Well... fuck.
