"What is thy bidding master?" he asks.

"Make me a leather suit and some boots."

"No." he says. Then I hear this weird whisper "…evil…".

"What's your problem pal?  You ask me for an order and I give you one. You are the servant, right?"

"No……..evil…" What a nut.

"Look pal. You ain't evil. My dead sister, she was evil. Me...I’m evil. You….not evil."

"I serve only evil. I know only evil. My sewing is for evil."

"Ok. Let's make us a wager. Whoever can perform more evil wins. You win…I give you all the gold I stole today ( which was all from Lothar and Crackhead). I win… you make me the leather and boots."

"Are you prepared to see the evil?" he asks. I laugh. Next thing you know we are on our way to the richest city in the land, Nu'jelm. Personally, I think he took us there cause they have a nice clothier shop and pansy wanted a dress. But oh well, this town has lots of nobles just asking to have their pockets cleaned. I figure while he is trying to impress me with ‘evil’ sewing I can make a few gold and buy a roast pig. We land and the first thing I notice is little or no action at the bank. This ain't like Britain where guys like me grow on trees, feels like I got invited to the snob party, and no decent targets.

Just then, I spy a familiar man on a horse. Not that I knew him or anything, but he looked like the common drivel that is attracted to towns and deserves his pockets looted. In fact, I remember the Trinsic guards looking for this man. This was a wanted man, and the only reason he would be here would be to pick a fight with an innocent. A perfect target for my expertise. But wait, I see that stupid servant doing the bump and loot technique on him! I better get in on this action before the town guards come and arrest the wanted man.

I walk by as if some traveler new to town and lost, stop right behind him, and bingo! Got some reagents from his bag. Then the guy catches servant in the act and begins chanting words of power. The spell does not go through. I have the reagents he needs. Then servant walks right up and takes something right in front of the guy's face! He begins " Vas Ort Flam, Corp Por", but he knows he will be caught by the guards if he does anything. While he's chanting I hit his bag again- this time I got his rune home. He looks at me, "Kal Vas Flam" he says, but he can do nothing. Servant gets him again. He realizes he was helpless to us thieves and begins to run. We pursue, continuing to pick him clean. He says "Kal Ort Por" to get away, then realizes he has no rune to get back home. Servant and I are laughing hysterically at him. Finally he mounts his horse and runs so fast we cannot chase him. Not like he had anything left on him tho.

We decided the amount of loot we got would decide the bet. Servant was mad he had to make the leather suit and boots for me……