Ratte blinked and let her eyes grow adjusted to the darkness within the room before she dropped her hood and tilted her head to listen carefully. She could hear the soft creaking of the old building settling and the faint bustle of the streets outside. She heard footsteps echoing softly off the walls and shrank back into the shadows. She quickly shrugged off her cloak to rid herself of the bulk and hid it behind a glass case filled with jeweled daggers and eyed the weapons with a small smirk [i]'I'll come back for these later.' [/i]

She found the shadows and started to slowly creep through them, looking to locate where they would put the gems in the caravan. She didn't know the others that well and couldn't trust them to stop, fight [i]and[/i] rob the caravan without something going wrong. If she was to be in charge of the theft, then she wanted to know exactly how she would do it with or without help.

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The two guards at the front of the caravan party looked to each other in disbelief when the character in white showed himself. The idea clicked in their minds and became instantly clear. The first drew his sword and tapped his heel against his horse, pushing it forwards.

"Gentlemen," he said calmly, "you have tested our patience long enough. I'll have the captain of this town's guard on you in seconds or you can scatter and we'll pretend nothing has happened. Your pretense is foolish. Whatever your plan may be, give it up. You've already lost." [@King Tai][@Sleeth]

Behind him, the rest of the guards outside of the caravan drew their swords, scraping them loudly against their sheaths to demonstrate their length and weight. They waited with a sense of impatience on the reaction of the two men in the road. Once more, the soldier closest to the carriage flicked his whip subtly against the carriage and his eyes darted around for the disturbance on the rooftop. He narrowed them as he noticed that it had gone and he leaned back in his seat. His horse sensed the tension beneath him and stomped it's hoof with a short whinny. The soldier tapped the whip one last time before shortening the reigns and readying himself for an assault.

[@KatherinWinter]