More and more people came to his aid. Why? He was just a random thief, and nobody cared for a random thief. Virde blinked up at the crowd, a frown on his lips. His eyes were glossed were pain and his body was screaming in protest. The armored man seemed like he was losing his nerve—yet, the people didn’t back down. [i]I’m lucky that they showed up. What would have happened if they hadn’t come? I would have probably been beaten to a pulp…[/i] he heaved a sigh, but even then his body whimpered in complaint. His green eyes raised to the armored man and the men and women who gathered around them. [i]If only I could get away. He’s probably going to hand me over to the town guar-[/i]

Virde was suddenly lifted off of the ground without the slightest bit of effort. The man had thrown him over his shoulder and was carrying him away from the jousting arena and toward the outskirts of town. The thief glanced over his shoulder at the back of the man’s head. He had started to say that he was a good thief and that he was recruiting him into the Sacred Blades. [i]Wait. [b]Oh no.[/b] Is he talking about that group of ‘do-gooders’? I’d rather be killed…[/i]

But then again, the Sacred Blades probably had a ton of cash. It would be easy for him to get healed up by a cleric and take all of their money when they were asleep. Hell, perhaps he could even slit their throats. He bet that a ton of people wanted them dead. If he claimed that he had killed them off, then he would be regarded as a hero amongst the ruffians and thieves of the land. But… Virde wasn’t that type of person. Stealing their money would be good enough for him. 

[b]”Fine…”[/b] the thief murmured as he was set down on the ground again. He took the piece of candy and popped it into his mouth as the cleric came over. [i]I hope I can get away from them. Maybe I could run into Valm…[/i]