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He watched the shopkeeper close up his store. Quzerlem sat near the stables (on the west side of Trolenda) and waited for the man to leave.
Quzerlem had no love for humans so he had no guilt for robbing them. He would feel bad if he hurt someone who didn’t hurt him first tho. But when it came to stealing he really didn’t mind at all.
The shopkeeper walked down the street whistling a little tune. Quzerlem’s thin figure, like a shadow in the night, moved into position and walked softly across the street.
He pulled out a set of lock picks and carefully selected the right tool for the pad lock. He silently picked the lock, feeling for the nicks and groves within the lock. Then with a quick turn, Thud, the lock came crashing to the wooden floor below. “Dammit” spat Quzerlem. “Why do I bother even being careful in the first place?” he whispered to himself. No one noticed.
He slowly opened the door, trying not to make the hinges squeak. He slowly strolled in and glanced around for any type of traps. He spotted none and continued to walk in.
He looked around and saw nothing that he really needed, although he saw a few things that would be worth a few gold pieces but nothing he wanted to fool with.
As he turned to leave in disgust he spotted something. Something that called out his name. He walked to it, mesmerized by the beautiful dark blue color, a color only seen in the rarest of dreams. He wondered how anyone could make the color out of any of the dyes known to the world. It had to be magical, no doubt about it. Besides, all Quzerlem had was an old rag for a cloak that he took from the corpse of a goblin nearly three months ago.
It was a warm cloak and fit perfectly. He tied it around his neck and fit his lock picks in the side pocket. Then he walked for the door ready to leave, with a grin on his face.
Whoosh, the door swung open, the shopkeeper and a drunk man walked in. Quzerlem dove behind the counter and under the desk silently so not to be herd.
“Wonder why in the hell the lock was on the ground!” said the shopkeeper. “Come on John help me look around me shop, me thinks someone be breakin in my shop!”
“Sure thing McDraner, but maybe ya just didn’t lock it right when ya came down to the inn, besides lets just get some of ya ale and head back, no one is in here” said John burping between almost every word.
“Stupid drunk, I have things in here worth more then yer life, I’m not going to risk it over some drunks words, now help me look ya fool!” spat McDraner.
As they neared the desk Quzerlem threw a small rock he found under the desk across the room so to distract the two men. McDraner swung around quickly and looked over where the rock landed. John just burped and stumbled around. John had already stumbled outside and out of sight.
“Ya hear that?” said McDraner tensely, “Come out ya damn thief!”
Quzerlem darted out the door quickly since it hung open, but not before running into John who was standing outside pissing in the streets.
“Hey dammit I’m tryin to take a piss ya damn fool, why ya go and run into me like that!” said John as he got back up onto his feet.
“John! Stop him!” yelled McDraner as he came running out the door, but Quzerlem was already halfway down the street.
McDraner mounted up on his horse and took off down the street. Quzerlem just kept running with his cloak blowing wildly in the wind.
Quzerlem ducked around a small alley and drew his dagger from his right boot. He pulled the hood of his cloak over his head and waited for McDraner to come rushing by.
“I’m coming for ya! Ya damn elf!” yelled McDraner wildly as he sped down the street.
As he passed, Quzerlem jumped out, dagger drawn, and cut the saddle right out from under McDraner sending him flying into the mud. Quzerlem laughed to himself and slapped the horse on the backside sending him away.
“Don’t mind me sir, you’ll forget about it in the mornin” said Quzerlem as polite as he could as he stepped closer to McDraner. “Good night” smiled Quzerlem as he kicked the poor human square in the face. “Sweet Dreams” he whispered as he walked away down the alley, heading west for the woods.
Quzerlem slipped his dagger back into his boot as he turned the corner. He felt pretty bad for kicking the man, but it was necessary. He pulled the hood farther over his head and went to the nearest inn for some food and drink.
He came upon a small little inn by the name of Greckers Inn. He had been here in the past and liked the ale, but the food could have been better.
He took a seat in the far back corner, as he leaned over to sit down he blew out the candle. He didn’t want to draw attention to himself.
The waitress walked up, “what will ya be having good sir? A meal? Some ale? Maybe even a room? You just tell me and ill get it for ya.” She said with a smile.
“A meal and some ale will do just fine miss, thank you.” said Quzerlem quietly pulling the hood further over his face.
A few minutes later she came back with his food and drink. He ate slowly eyeing the other people in the room. He didn’t want trouble. Elfs were not always welcome in the slum side of town. Most would pick fights with them to get some type of reputation.
“Gemme a beer!” burped out a man as he came stumbling in.
“Now John, I think ya have had enough for one night. Why don’t ya go home.” Said the bartender politely.
“Bah I don’t need to go to me hom…” was all John said before he collapsed to the floor.
“Ugh, there he goes again. Jill helps me get him up to a room. He’s not going to get another free-be out of us this time.” Said the bartender grimly.
Quzerlem laughed quietly to himself. He was fond of John in a way, he was one of the few that hadn’t really caused him any problems, but could have. He found the man quiet funny.
Quzerlem pulled the cloak back down over his face and sat 5 gold pieces on the table and walked for the door. The meal was only one gold but he felt generous tonight. The inn looked to be out of business lately.
He walked down the alley again heading west for the woods. Quzerlem had enough of this town and had enough of humans all together. It was time to go play with a giant or two and maybe visit his dwarven friend Tindol in the northern mines, or at least that was the plan for now, or was it?
