The Silver Hare - Good morning

The morning breeze of a bright summers day crept over the rooftops along the Scholars Stair, and it wasn't the only thing. Nestled beside a chimney, Kollem pulled tight the blackened scarf around the bridge of his nose. "Early bird gets the worm.." He muttered to himself, his moutache tickling against the rough thread. A door slammed below, and a familiar voice echoed it's way upto him. "Ah, Eowold. Morning, morning indeed.. Ready for our stroll, I trust?" came the extenuated tones Ronnald Braxton, yet another self professed merchant lord of the Bree-lands. "Morning." came his companions reply. From his days time watching the pair, Eowold would've been better suited to a more dangerous role rather than escorting some pompus oaf around town. Perhaps I can be of some assistance.. Kollem's lips curled into a familiar, thin smile as he edged his way silently forward to the roofs edge. "Good man, good man.." sang Ronnald, a jolly fellow by all accounts. Though I fear that might change. His poor wife.. I almost feel bad.

Peering down, the thief saw his mark. The Silver Hare, wrapped around Ronnald's neck on finest of white-gold chains. The trinket itself sat in his hand, and he brought it to his lips for kiss. Funny.. Growing up, folk would kiss Rabbit's feet for luck. Maybe this is normal for those born of wealth? His smile wafted away on the breeze, and he slipped with ease from the roof. His grip curled around his wooden batton, the familiar leather strap loose but secure about his wrist..