[h1]Sketchy Merchant[/h1]

The merchant took a deep breath and proclaimed: [b]"SOLD TO THE SNAKELY GENTLEMAN WITH THE NICE HAIR! YOU, SIR, ARE NOW THE PROUD OWNER OF THE MOST VALUABLE MAP IN ALL OF..."[/b] The odd little merchant stopped out of nowhere and just looked around for a moment, tapping his foot on the ground once, and then finishing with: [b]"ALETHRION!"[/b] 

Excitedly, the merchant waved the fragile map around frantically, as if he'd just found the bleeding golden ticket. Rapidly walking towards Amon, he held the map up proudly, and, when he went over to Amon, he raised his hand and...there was no longer a map in it.

Staring for a good long minute, the Merchant quickly turned his head to the side, the black blur of a man dashing through the crowds and holding HIS MAP! Rage filled the little hooded man's glowing eyes, the shade turning a burning scarlet as he picked up ROOK'S ENTIRE STAND and threw it in the general direction of the thief, leaving the Tuljin farmer stunned and afraid, clutching his little safety box. [b]"M-My vegetables..."[/b]

[b]"THIEF! SCOUNDREL! BANDIT, MARAUDER, MORE SYNONYMS!"[/b] the merchant screamed as he bolted through the crowd, pushing through many and knocking down a few as he went on his rampage, chasing after the black clad figure. [b]"NO ONE DEPRIVES MY CUSTOMERS OF SERVICE!"[/b] he screamed as he threw the remnants of Rook's harvest at the rooftops the thief traveled along.

[h2]Rook[/h2] 

Rook was, in a word, speechless. In another, terrified. And, in a few more, absolutely fucking depressed over the loss of his stand. Sitting there sadly, he threw his cap to the ground and just looked at the remnants of his hard work strewn about the marketplace. Standing up, he walked over and started picking up the destroyed vegetables, while some of the townspeople went to call the guards about the thief...and the insane merchant.

After a moment of cleaning up, Rook looked at where the path of destruction lead and took a deep breath, before he worked up the courage to run, run to where the thief was going; To the Edge of Fireside Canyon. Maybe if he could get the map ...or...at least catch the thief, he could afford to rebuild his destroyed stand. Running as fast as his little legs could carry him, Rook soon passed up the merchant, who, in a fit of rage, threw him too. But at least he landed on a nice, soft, destroyed cabbage. 

[h3]The Thief[/h3]

Dashing from rooftop to rooftop, the rogue jumped and climbed over buildings, avoiding the various ammunition of the merchant. Clutching the map in his hand, he tucked it down his black leather tunic as he continued dashing, hood and mask covering his identity as the town guards started arriving, trying desperately to intercept the scoundrel.