[color=9e0b0f]"Split up! You lot, go around to the back of the alley and cut off their escape. The rest of you, with me!"[/color]
Sparhawk had been knighted some twenty years before, and was a blind knight, though he had not always been. While on patrol, his men acted as his eyes in his stead, and he'd managed to get along quite well since. He'd gotten a report about a lost family pet--hardly dignified work for a knight, but at least it gave him the chance to bring in a thief before he set out that evening. His Lord had told him about a magic artifact, the Dragon's Crown, which held the power to restore his sight. After doing some research on the subject, he'd asked his Lord leave to quest for this crown. He'd planned to leave this very night. It was not yet sundown--his eyes could tell him that, at least--so dealing with this small theft would be of no hinderance in his timetable.
"The men are in position, sir--the thieves are surrounded." He heard one of his men inform him. He frowned.
[color=9e0b0f]"Thieves? How many?"[/color]
"Two, sir. An old elf man and a pirate woman. With a weasel."
[color=9e0b0f]"No doubt that's the missing pet."[/color] Sparhawk replied.
A pirate woman? Hadn't his old friend, Mira, become a pirate? Funny how life threw nostalgic moments in one's path. That had been back before he'd lost his sight.
[color=9e0b0f]"You're surrounded! Give yourselves up, you're under arrest for the theft of a weasel!"[/color] Honestly, that was the lamest-sounding reason for getting arrested. Who the hell would steal a weasel? Sparhawk shook his head with a snort, and he couldn't blame the low chuckles some of his men made.