Breathe new life....

[Suede]

Some time had passed, considerable really, since the last significant muscle flex of the local Black Market. Last noteworthy event being the burning of several supplies brought into town by one stalwart priest.

Since the death of the one known as Dhugal, there had been the grandest of respect in their respite on obvious acts of subverting the law, to honor the passing of the one person that even posed to them a threat. Far more than Straka ever would. But as of tonight, that time would come to an end.

Slipping across the shadows once again, bold display of quartet of figures bounding across rooftops, their direction clear. Now one might feel it was fool hardy for persons of their less than scrupulous nature to be willingly moving towards the gaol, but then no one ever said Suede was the top of the common sense tree.

Skies blacker than obsidian, marred by the shades of storm clouds recently died, every whip of cloth admist the dying winds fell near invisible as faint footfalls drew them along. Time passed, as it was want to do, and they would descend from their tiled perches into the shadows of an alleyway near their gaol goal.

Searching eyes found eachother, the first three, obviously following a superior forth nodded in recognition of unheard whispers before they moved off towards the entrance with all the bustle they could manage. One, two, and three, they'd be sending a single small red gem towards the entrance, should to clatter at the far from the feet of outside guards... then explode in burst of heat sufficient enough at the distance to send the guards sprawled against the walls with perhaps a few singed hairs. Why? To draw some to follow them in pursuit, as they were moving off to continue along path and sprint back into the city.

And the last, well he simply waited, indigo eyes glittering with michief under a flicker of moonlight as he awaited the reaction.

[Sherazade]

This town , this place, like all others Sam had passed through, had a rhythm a pace that was all its own. However beneath this rhythm were quieter subtle beats as individual as the people that caused them. Crouched unmoving within the shadows created by a roof eave liquid honey depths watched the four miscreants. Were they fellow thieves or just creating havoc mischief for pure fun.

Muscles tensed then relaxed without outward sign of movement , all breath directed where swirling eddies of white would remain unseen for instinct warned discovery now by the four or any they disturbed meant more than trouble. It could bring about the end of a short but highly profitable career. Thoughts were pulled away from thier meandering path back to the available scene for the shadows were whispering their secrets and one was the moment was turning towards action