[i]'Dawn is breaking,'[/i] Garod noted uneasily. Light began to stream in through the windows of Celnaer manor, eliminating the already sparse shadows the thief used to remain hidden from the guards. Just his luck; he had been foolish to try breaking into the manor at such an early hour, and he had little to show for it, what with all the more valuable pieces of loot being in well lit areas with lots of guards. Still, these little trinkets he managed to nab would fetch a high price, if Bado could find the right person to sell it to.

There was no point in sticking around. If he was here when the sun finally rose, he would be caught in no time. Slipping through the now lit up halls, he made his way back to the dungeon where he first entered through a high window. It was too small for most to fit into, but if he sucked in his gut enough he could slip into it. But when he reached the dungeon, he found himself instantly regretting the decision, noticing the hooded men checking the prisoners, most likely to see if they had died.

"Go' a dead one o'er 'ere," one said, removing the chains from the shackled corpse.

"Throw 'im in the cart," another replied. The first obliged, carelessly tossing the corpse onto a wooden cart like a toddler discarding a toy he had gotten bored with.

Carefully, Garod crept through the dungeon, avoiding any loud surfaces and being sure to stick behind cover when possible. Thankfully, the dungeon was rather dark, even with the men's torches lit. Before long he had reached the window, crawling on top of wooden crate and sucking in his gut before beginning to climb through it. It was a tight fit, but before he knew it he was out of the manor and sprinting back to the inn he shared with Bado.

He climbed through the window of the room he shared with Bado, already discarding his gear.

"Do good, Garod?" the older man asked, giving Garod a start. Bado wasn't much of a sneak but, for whatever reason, he knew just how to surprise Garod.

"Well enough," the thief replied, opening his loot bag and emptying it out onto the table. "Just a few things that should fetch us some coin."

"Aye, better than nothing," Bado said, looking at the loot as though already calculating how much he could sell it all for.

"A high risk job, that. All for some junk." The thief crossed his arms, scowling at the handful of items he had risked his life for.

"Don't worry, lad. I can work with this."

"Let's hope so."

"Don't need hope, when you've got me." Bado grinned, laughing heartily as he slapped his companion on the back.

"Ha ha," Garod chuckled dryly, before releasing a sigh. "I'm going downstairs to grab some breakfast. You get to work on selling that."

"Can do."

Without another word, the two men headed downstairs, Garod sitting down at a table to have some ham and porridge while Bado made his way to the market to sell the loot.