Short arsed, beard faced, lump of coal.
Hilfar proved to be a wiser foe than one might imagine. I took the liberty of moving on with the Pay Mistresses plans alittle ahead of schedule. The Farmers Fayre of Buckland arouses much attention, even from use taller folks, and was attractive enough to bring my mark there. He'd spent several days at his stall by time I arrived late this morning, and looked to have had a profitable venture. Sadly I was on a task, and couldnt risk some independent thievery.
This one has an eye for theatrics. I begun my performance with some simple sleight of hand maneuvers, this may have been the potion makers weakness. I unscrewed the corks of two bottles, and shifted them to an uneasy balance over the stall's edge. Secondly, with help from my weighted coinpurse, I was to pay for some black dye. A simple fumble send the purse clattering to the stall, and the bottles to the ground.
Alas my acting debut was brought to a close, but not before I got an eye over the merchants containers and most importantly locks. Dwarf crafted, I wouldn't expect any less. These should, if I'm careful enough to sneak upto them without catching his eye, be simple enough for a man of my talents to spring open..
To recieve my pay, I must complete two tasks.
- Place a scrap of snakeskin within the dwarf's ownership, clear to the eye of someone looking for it but well hidden enough to keep passing eyes from uncovering it.
- remove two bottles of his labled brews, and replace them with two of the clients. Not poison, and certainly nothing catching, but important none the less.
Perhaps I should look for a stable. 'Joe' has spoken to me again about joining one of his associates crew, a bunch of window-breakers and second story-men. Not artists like myself, but if it'll keep the rent off my back..
