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[h1][center][color=B22222]Neh’miah He’ron[/color][/center][/h1]

[b]Location:[/b] Outside

Silent and gracefull, like a true thief Neh’miah had made his way out of the window. A perfect landing without having anyone notice it. As he looked down the alleyway the sound of ripping clothes drew his attention. Quickly the young thief looked up to notice a large looming figure falling out of the window above him. It was the last thing he remembered before waking up in a pitchblack, cramped wooden environment.

He let his hands touch the walls and noticed the curvature and that they were made of wood. Judging from the smell inside this was certainly a barrel, a barrel on the move that was. For a moment Neh’miah just listened. It was clear that he was on a cart but who was driving it to where? Was it Skarsat? He could not remember what happened after that big dumbass of a Tork jumped out of the window on top of him. Why did he take the window in the first place? He could just walk out of the front door, the sheriff wasn’t looking for him.

He could feel his heart bounce around as the cart stopped. Judging from the noise around it sounded like they were on the market. For a moment he weighed his options. Should he leave the barrel and see what was going on? Or should he stay put. As he thought about it he could feel his tension ease when he heard Skarsats voice asking for a bow. So the Tork had put him in a barrel and was now driving around town. So for now the best option was to stay put, an airhole would be nice though.