Hey this is my ranger's apprentice OC/ fic. I'm sorry for you AMERICAN people who may read this, but I am an AUSTRALIAN writer, writing AUSTRALIAN English. So, anyways, I am basing these two characters, in an obscure way, on my best friend and I, because I am simply that self absorbed. Review please. All flames will be used to roast pork, or cookies. Depends what I'm in the mood for.

Two fourteen-year-old girls strode through the markets of Redmont fief, their clothes basic and slightly ratty. One wore breeches, a shirt and a jacket; the other wore a dress with a sash around the waist and a shoulder bag. One had red hair cut short so it almost impossible to tell that she was, in fact, a girl, while her companion had long brown hair and wide brown eyes which were almost black in colour. They looked like a couple out on a date, and for all intensive purposes, that was exactly what they wanted. To look normal and inconspicuous, so no-one would think that it was them, so no-one would notice them.

'What is it we need to get? I think we have bread,' mumbled the brunette.

'We have bread,' the red haired one replied. 'We need to get some meat and vegetables. We've already got everything else we needed.'

'I think you should start the plan.'

The red haired one grunted in response, before venturing to the back of one of the stalls, which had a variety of meats and vegetables for sale. The brunette began to look over the produce, as if she was looking for food to buy for her friend who'd just left. But she had no intention of buying anything. It was an act, to make sure no-one looked. They knew it worked. If it looks like you're doing something, that way people are less likely to question your purpose. That was one of the rules they'd established. There was a set of rules which they followed to every letter, like gospel. If they didn't, they would end up in the gallows, hung and dead. And they couldn't have that happen.

Smoke started to pour out from the back of the stall before the flames began to reach just over the table. Everyone around the stall began to scream and panic, even the brunette screamed while she stuffed beef and vegetables into her bag. The red haired one returned from the back of the stall and, satisfied they'd got everything they needed, ran away from the stall along with the brunette.

They'd done it. They'd done it again. They were alive, safe and soon-to-be-full. At least, that's what they thought before someone grabbed the red haired one by her shirt.