My instincts were correct. I what remained of my evening around the roads to the East of Buckland. That old forest gives me the creeps, no wonder most folk avoid it. Hilfar continued at his stall for alittle longer after my departure, but ultimately backed up his belongings for the day. He must believe the short folk to have better watchers than Bree as he left his wagon in the open, cared for by only a couple plump little spearmen. Or is it Spear-Hobbit? Nevermind.
Once darkness filled the air, I made my move. Without much trouble, I slipped through the little settlement along the hedge-wall. Two of the fellows seemed to be keeping an eye on the wagons, other merchants had left theirs in a similiar state. Fools.
I maneuvered past them without much trouble, one curious watcher almost came across me but his companions promise of warm stew kept me safe in the shadows. I've met a few folks with a mind for food, even 'Joe' has gotten rather thick around the belt of late, but these folk are brimming with an eagerness to fill those tummies of theirs. A shame my client isnt interested in framing one of those folks. A suspicious pie might be all it takes..
I snatched two bottles, both filled with some bluish liquid, from the cart. These will do to plant whatever substance the client has, I dare say. I risked alittle independent thievery tonight, after all it'd be almost insulting not to. I left Hilfar's wagon alone, two bottles can be lost and I don't want him realizing he's been robbed. Some half-way decent silver was kept in a Hobbits strongbox afixed to his wagon, on the inside. Neither locks of any use to a fiend like myself.
Completed one part of my job, and snatched enough silver to fill a noblewomans hands for a couple weeks. Not a bad night, all in all.
