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[color=00aeef][h1][center]Grian Rothfell_[/center][/h1][/color]

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Ah yes, teh feeling when things go out of your hand. When the situation is so dire you cannot act, your muscles tensen, and your brain goes numb. Your sense fail you and you begin to sweat. A feeling so unfamiliar to Grian, but one that is easely recognizable. And the situation he was in, was exactly that: dire. Though the knught entering saved his fur from certain questioning, his plans for getting rich looked like they were about to get thrown out the window. First Cheiko and then this Ryan boy proposed to join the knights. He would have laughed, not the head knight start a monolouge.

She seemed to be really considering picking these two up as Knight candidates. Under the head of the Iron bell knights no more! This cannot  go. He needs that money. He needs that info. He was ready to make any move necessary to extract the info, but the current situation was too early for that, and didn't allow him to make a proper move. It was saddening. Grian thought that this mess could ahve been avoided if he didn't lsoe his purse. He was truly sad and disappointed. It seems like his identity is safe, but his puurse is empty. Well, time to get a new job.

Or so he thought. The sound of the "recruit" seemed very familiar right from the start. At first he didn't really know. How could he. The guy was msot likely a recruit as he said, witha  voice similar to that of a hitaman or trader he knows. But the stature and the way he speaked was just too familiar. He tried to make it look like he wasn't listening, but his ears turned towards the recruit as he speaked. And then, right after Maria asked a question, the man amde a mistake. The well recognizable voice of the nekos with all the -nya soudns they make. Now he realized who this guy was for good. One of the no good thiefs he met back at the Inn. One of few people who would steal from the thiefs. For fun none the less. He heard him many, many times at the inn whilst the guy was eating massive chickens. 

He was ready to jump. He slowly moved his hand towards his sword as the guy was thinknig up an answer, and took up a position that could allow him to launch at the enemy as quickly as possible.

The guy's helmet fell down and cleared any doubts about his identity. It was the thief who once stole money from him. Not that much, but Grian was sensitive about money. As Jiru reached for his pockets Grian jumped out the chair, and drew his sword. He saw the black powder, and knew it was not to be messed with. Some things are jsut too familair to a person who lives in the underworld of Lugnicia.  [color=00aeef]"Get on the ground, all of you!"[/color] He shouted as he ran towards the escapade. He passed by yet another girl who wore the same clothes  as the other two, one he didn't notice before. He was thinking way too ahrd about teh identoty of the thief before, it seemed like time stopped and space stopped existing. neverthlesess he had one thing on his minds right now. He dashed towards the guy, closing his eyes as he ran through the thick cloud of dust. His excellent hearing guided him, following the thief. When the powder blew up he opened up his eyes, and saw Jiru slowly getting further and further away.

He followed the guy out to the barracks entrance, and cursed as he ran. Whoever this was, he was really fast, and knew his way in and out. So he did the only thing he could come up with. [color=00aeef]"Shamak!"[/color] Grian shouted, as the thief was making his way towards the gate.

A thick black fog quickly floods the area, dampening the senses of thos caugh within. Various swears coming from both the guards indicate that it was a success. Grian murmured a quick prayer under his nose that he began learning Yin magic in addition to his swords skilss. His ears trained at the darkness, hoping to hear the location of the thief.