"Perfect." Sparhawk was grinning broadly. "Better than perfect, actually. You more than earned your share." He tore a bite from his delicious pastry before fishing out the coinpurse he'd stolen and jingled it.
"It's pretty heavy. I think we fished ourselves a sackful of gold, sister. Let's check it out when we get back. If we're seen with a lot of money people'll know we stole it."

So he led her away from the square and back towards his hideout. He'd just opened the window to let Mira inside when he heard a bad sound.
It was the growl of the beast. He turned, and there it was, the ugly, massive, filthy creature.

"He must smell the pastries." He told Mira. "Get inside and shut the window, now." He half lifted, half pushed her through the window and turned to face the beast again, it's fang-filled maw agape and hungry. Suddenly, it lunged, and two of them wrestled on the dirt, clawing, biting, and hitting aggressively.

Sparhawk had had a few bad run-ins with the beast, but the creature always gave up after he gave him a few good bruises. The same proved true this time around as well, but Sparhawk had several new injuries of his own now. Several scratches and tooth-shaped puncture marks on his arms and face, many of which were still bleeding by the time he finally tumbled through the window, but he seemed to be ignoring them, and somehow, he had managed to save his pastry, which he continued eating when he found Mira.

"That'll teach 'im." He said casually through a bite.