The Silver Hare - And good night.

Should've worn a helmet. The steel-tipped baton clapped across the back of Eowold's head, sending him straight to the ground in a heap. "Good mornin'.." Said Kollem, smiling beneath his disguise. It took Ronnald a moment to gather his thoughts. Instead he jerked round at the noise and, upon discovering his guardsman on the floor, flinched back with a whimper. "Eh? What? No, Who're you?" He asked, all at once.

Kollem would've laughed, if he hadn't felt it unbecoming of a thief. After all, if this necklace was as valuable as his contact claims, it certainly wasn't a laughing matter. "Yer' necklace.. hand it over." He said instead, reaching out his empty hand. Ronnald scowled, infuriated at such indignation on his own doorstep. "Damn your eye's, sir! Do you know who I am?" Kollem took a step forward, an unintimidating man under most circumstances but being dressed all in black and wielding a club can chance matters. "That's why I'm here. Now, the necklace.." He gestured the baton above his head which gained a sorrowful whimper from the merchant. "By my name, you'll regret this.." He said, unfastening the chain from his neck. "You.. You oik, you common riff-raff.." He continued, by this point his rant turning into an undistinguishable ramble.

Ronnald, much to his own personal distaste, settled the necklace into Kollems open palm. "A pleaasure, my lord.." uttered Kollem, feigning a bow and instead walloping the poor fellow across the cheek with his baton. Ronnald collapsed down next to his bodyguard. Alittle early for a nap.. What a disgrace for such a man of culture.. Kollem squatted down beside him, and emptied his pockets. Those of the Rohirrim too, for good measure. He found a dozen silvers, and change, between them. He tossed one of the leather purses down beside them, and clambered back onto the roof tops.