LET THE RPING BEGIN!
In the land of Camelon, nightfall was not a good time to be out and about. One couldn't take a stroll simply to view the moon in its fullness or admire the stars and their constellations with a loved one. No, there were people without such innocent thoughts in mind out after dark. Thieves hid in every nook an cranny watching for travellers or anyone who might have something of value on them. One-- thought you wouldn't know him as a common thief-- was Blink. A boy of seventeen years, tied to the life he destined himself for, was sitting idly in a tree; obviously waiting for someone, though you could not see him for the dark and cover of the brush. The sound of clopping hooves and creaky wheels on a caravan could be heard in the distance and at this, Blink looked down at the pathway.
"One, two, three, four..." he counted in a rhythm, "Not them. Only one horse."
Sure enough, the caravan and the people in it passed by safely... for now.
"I guess I will have to wait until daylight." he shrugged and smiled to himself, "Not that it matters."
The young man's voice was odd. It sounded oddly positive and happy, even carefree. It could be misconstrued as perhaps sarcasm. But, nonetheless, it normally creeped commoners out. Not having anyone to speak to, he normally spoke out to himself or laughed out loud for no apparent reason to anyone else.
"It's a muggy night. Oh... a drop... two drops, three, four," he counted again, but this time he was referring to the raindrops that were steadily growing more numerous. Soon, the rustle of rain in the trees filled the woods. "I like that sound." He leaned back on the trunk of the tree he was resting on and turned his head up with his eyes closed-- a faint smile spread across his pink lips. Drops hit his face and ran down his cheeks. He flinched and opened his eyes when an animal had leaped from one branch to another, causing a 'spat' of rain to hit the ground all at once.
"Almost like blood. But blood is more viscose." he looked down at the pathway, "People must be getting smarter. That just makes my job more annoying." he laughed, sitting up and letting his feet dangle off the branch. He shook his bushy brown, and slightly curly, hair and smiled as he pushed it back, revealing rather stunning blue eyes. He certainly didn't have the look of a bad sort and having such an innocent expression often made it easy to get into places where most were forbidden without even drawing a dagger.
"Maybe tomorrow." he said, jumping down from the tree, landing on his feet, but nearly slipping since it had gotten muddy on the pathway. "Oh, that would have been embarrassing." he stood up straight, "Walking to the nearest village in the mud and rain... Maybe somehow it will be fun?"
With that, he began walking, the nearest village with accommodations not too far off-- perhaps a mile or two. As he walked, a couple of thieves rushed across the pathway from one bush to another. His senses heightened, but he still had a strangely happy or contented look on his face. He laughed, almost in the sort of a giggle, "Silly. You just missed that caravan."
"Caravan?" One man peeked his head out of the bushes and looked at the other, "You are the worst scout ever..." His companion scowled and they both continued on, not bothering to threaten or continue any sort of conversation with Blink. If they knew who he was, no doubt they had heard stories. Some true, some made up. Either way, they didn't want to risk their intestines being strung throughout a tree... that had been made up.
"Happy hunting!" Blink also continued along, now sopping wet. The ground squished with every step of his boots. After a while, he began to smell cattle. That meant a village was nearby-- and one that was well off enough to be raising cattle. He smiled, thinking he might get a nice steak dinner at some point.
"Who goes there?" A villager approached him on the road, holding up a lantern to his face, "We don't take kindly to strangers at night. If you were smart you would have ridden in on that caravan."
He laughed, "You have a good point, sir. I guess you can't trust anyone anymore!"
The man looked him over, "Well... you're just a lad. Ah, I remember when I was your age. Out late at night and getting in trouble... why don't you come stay at the tavern? It ain't pretty. But it's out of the rain."
"That's very kind of you!" Blink smiled widely, "Thank you!"
Again, looks had gotten him somewhere other people wouldn't have been welcomed. He found it amusing and smiled to himself as he followed the man with obviously far too soft of a heart.
"Here it is." The man led him in, the wooden door squeaking and the floor creaking as they both entered. Torches lit the small room and a fireplace at the side of it kept it warm. "You can have a room in the back if-- what are you doing?"
Blink had simply sat in front of the fire, "My clothes are wet. I will just sleep on the floor in front of the fireplace. I can keep it going for you."
"Well... what a strange... thing to do..." He shook his head, "Whatever. Just don't cause any trouble." He walked away into the back room, "Weird teenagers..." he muttered.
Blink laughed to himself and then lay on the floor, watching the fire dance about, ignoring his grumbling belly for now. His eyes soon felt heavy and he fell into a light sleep, the crackling of the wood his lullaby.