[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/200330/a3695c2dfed149276523816ca574bcb4.png[/img][/center][INDENT][sub][hr][/sub][color=#FFD967][sub][B]Location:[/B] [COLOR=gray][I]Harwell Residence & Bookstore, Quinta District[/I][/COLOR][/sub][SUP][RIGHT][b]Date:[/b] [COLOR=gray][I]Spring, Year 844[/I][/COLOR][/right][/SUP][/color][sub][hr][/sub][/indent]
[indent][indent]Dawn—the time of day when the Harwells were often busy prepping the family bookstore to be ready for business. But for Tanner in particular, it was a momentary chance of escape. 

With almost a tiptoe, Tanner approached her bedroom window and waited for her opportunity. She focused herself, listening quietly through the almost paper-thin frame of their house for her parents to be distracted with work. If her plan was going to work, Tanner needed her parents to believe she was still sleeping. It wasn't unusual for her parents to let her sleep in another hour or so, but had they known Tanner was up, it was only a matter of time before she was told to straighten the messy bookshelves or given a broom to sweep the storefront clean.

And if that happened, then everything was for naught. She already had to snatch her journals back the last time her parents caught her sneaking out. If it happened again, Tanner figured everything she worked for would've gone up in smoke for good.

[i]RINNNNGG![/i] The sound of the door's bell, Tanner knew well enough. A customer—good, it was time to go.

Reaching beneath her bed, Tanner pulled forth a lengthy sheet rope. She tied one end to her bedframe, with the other end being tossed out of her window and into an empty alley. Her hands gripped the rope tight as Tanner stepped over the windowsill, and began to climb her way down to the ground. Falling on accident wasn't an option, even if it was just a two story fall. How could she explain to her parents if she bruised herself badly or worse? "Sorry, mom, dad. I accidentally broke my arm trying to sneak out of the house"? Impossible. She'd be grounded for life!

Once on the ground, Tanner looked left, then right, hoping that no one saw her grand escape. Fortunately, however, the alley seemed clear and devoid of people, as it usually was. No nearby guardsmen to rat her out to her parents, as well no curious neighbors wondering what Tanner was up to, thankfully.

Reaching for the sheet rope, Tanner chucked the cloth back up through her window with a rather unimpressive throw. She couldn't exactly leave evidence behind, even more so when she had an extra set of keys to sneak back in through the back store room later. That, and it'd just be giving people free access to their house if Tanner left it hanging out in the middle of the alley. Not that the Harwells had much to steal (other than books, of course), but it would be stupid to just leave it there regardless. Anyone with half a brain could've figured that out themselves.

[color=FFD967][i]Right, time to find my source. Perhaps they might have some useful information this time around.[/i][/color][/indent][/indent]
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