RP channel logs: Gethrk, Salmissra

[RP]: (Eternal Salmissra): The man, hidden in the growing shadows, waited for the sun to set. He stares at the building ahead of him, pondering his task.
[RP]: Gethrk on his knees praying to the gods above for help, mutters under his breath 'I know I can learn eventually, just give me a chance!' and no more is heard aloud
[RP]: (Eternal Salmissra): When it is totally dark, he lithely climbs off the roof and down the wall. He draws up his hood, and steps into the shadow of the pillar.
[RP]: (Eternal Salmissra): Cautiously, he peers into the entrance of the temple. Clear... except for a young man kneeling at the far end of the temple.
[RP]: (Eternal Salmissra): Quietly, he slips into the temple and skirts around the pews, keeping close to the walls.
[RP]: (Eternal Salmissra): He approaches the altar, and the young man, silently.
[RP]: Gethrk, just rising from praying to the gods, all of the sudden crumples to the ground from something heavy hitting him on the head and knocking him unconscious.
[RP]: (Eternal Salmissra): The thief stares down at the 'sleeping' man and grins. He quickly reaches past the altar and takes the box sitting there.
[RP]: (Eternal Salmissra): He stuffs it into his pack and trots back to the entrance of the temple. Just as he is about to step out, he glances over his shoulder.
[RP]: Gethrk lifts his head off the ground a little bit and looks around, noticing a shadow figure in the doorway. Trying to get up he falls again and watches the figure rush out of the doorway
[RP]: (Eternaal Salmissra): An elderly priest slowly shuffles via a side corridor and his eyes widened at the sight of Gethrk, lying on the ground.
[RP]: (Eternal Salmissra): After the initial shock, the elderly priest hobbles as quick as his aching joints would allow. 'Gethrk? Boy? What happened?'
[RP]: Gethrk stirs and looks up at the priest, and says ' A..... man....... thief!.......' in a rough voice, and the priest tries to calm him and get some clear answers.
[RP]: (Gethrk): As the next day comes the priests and guards are all trying to question the young boy. The priest ushers the boy to bed, telling him they will deal with the situation soon enough. As he leaves the room, the priest says to get some rest.
[RP]: (Eternal Salmissra): Someone knocks at Gethrk's door - three hard, short raps.
[RP]: Gethrk waking up and stiring slightly he answers the door.
[RP]: (Eternal Salmissra): 'You are Gethrk?' asks a middle-aged man, dressed in boiled leathers and chainmail.
[RP]: Gethrk nods at the new face.
[RP]: (Eternal Salmissra): He smiles slightly. 'Must be tiring after all the questions. I'm afraid I have a few of my own. May I come in?'
[RP]: Gethrk nods slowly at the man, and steps back to let him through the doorway.
[RP]: (Eternal Salmissra): He hefts a waxed bundle in his hand as he enters, and sits down on a chair.
[RP]: (Eternal Salmissra): 'Let's deal with the introductions. I'm Zoltan, Sergeant in the Sendar City Guard.' Zoltan pauses, and unwraps the bundle. 'Want some bread to eat?'
[RP]: Gethrk says 'Sure'
[RP]: (Eternal Salmissra): The Sendar guard offers a bun to Gethrk. 'So you say you were knocked out, and when you woke a man was leaving the temple. Can you describe him?'
[RP]: Gethrk says 'Not really, he was covered in a cloak, and i was still drowzy.'
[RP]: (Eternal Salmissra): Zoltan frowns, tearing a piece off the bun he is holding. 'A box was taken. Hm. We'll have to conduct an investigation. Do you mind if you came with us? It's dangerous, but maybe you can identify the man.'
[RP]: (Eternal Salmissra): He pops the piece of bun into his mouth.
[RP]: Gethrk says 'Sure, I'll come with if it helps catch the thief!'
[RP]: (Gethrk): Gethrk takes a bite off of his bun, and swallows loudly.
[RP]: (Eternal Salmissra): Zoltan slowly nods. 'Can you use a weapon?'
[RP]: Gethrk nods and says ' Yes, I'm somewhat skilled with a dagger.'
[RP]: (Eternal Salmissra): The man's weathered face breaks into a smile. 'Good. You'll be of some use in a fight.' He stands up, and looks at the Sendar closely. 'You better start packing. I suspect we'll have some travelling to do.'
[RP]: Gethrk as he nods to the guard he raises and walks over to a chair with some clothes on it and puts them into a sack that he is carrying around.
[RP]: (Eternal Salmissra): Zoltan gulps down the last of the buns and watches the young man's movements closely.
[RP]: Gethrk then turns to the table and grabs his dagger, and he puts it into his belt.

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