Beginnings
The young girl tiptoed out of her room; the only sound in the dimly lit hallway was the tapping of her bare feet. Something was wrong, a shadow swiftly moved from her sight and she heard a whine of a floorboard. The halls of Candlekeep were well worn and the floor didn't half creak but Asryla used it to her advantage and she quietly listened for another sound. "Patter Patter." Someone or thing was moving towards one of the tutors rooms. Asryla brushed her dark hair behind her ears and tried to glide with as little noise as possible, nope it didn't work. She looked like a awkward, scrawny ballerina and sounded like she was wearing a pair of clogs. The tutor's door opened and shut again. Asryla knew the tutor in question. Grake was a stubborn whiskered man who loved nothing more than sitting and reading between the shelves of the library. Why he had his own room we will never know. Anyway, Asryla moved obscurely at full volume to the door and heard a rustle. Being a thief was hard for Asryla, she wasn't naturally careful or graceful but she must be able to get better at it. Mustn't she? Asryla opened the door frantically and jumped forward. "Ha!" Asryla shouted out. Something was creeping from the shadows "Imoen! What in the nine hells are you doing here?"
"ookie?" Imeon said between gulps. Asryla stared in disbelief.
"You STOLE that! You thief!"
"I know! I'm a thief and so are you so what's new?" Imeon said with a puzzled gaze.
"You stole that cookie! That goodberry crunch!" Asryla said in utter disgust
"Whats wrong? Okay they aren't exactly chocolat…" Imeon said.
"Whats wrong? You stole!" Asryla quivered.
"Since when is stealing bad!" Imeon couldn't believe her ears.
"STEALING IS WRONG!" Asryla bawled at the top of her lungs and that exact second was when she grabbed her thieving career by two hands and chucked it out the window. Stealing is wrong?! Thieving is wrong?! She tried to gather her thoughts.
"I never would have thought you would have sunk this low Asryla!" Grake snarled.
"My own supply of cookies! My mummy baked those you sewer rat!"
Imeon had vanished.
"An eight year old girl! Stealing cookies! What do you have to say for yourself?"
"…"Asryla thought for something to say.
"Not good enough! For one WHOLE week you must help me prepare for the arrival of the Knights of Tyr." He smirked and his white moustache quivered.
"Fine then!" Asryla narrowed her gaze.
"But I wont speak again I promise! Pooh head!" She exclaimed and then she scampered away to her room
The young girl tiptoed out of her room; the only sound in the dimly lit hallway was the tapping of her bare feet. Something was wrong, a shadow swiftly moved from her sight and she heard a whine of a floorboard. The halls of Candlekeep were well worn and the floor didn't half creak but Asryla used it to her advantage and she quietly listened for another sound. "Patter Patter." Someone or thing was moving towards one of the tutors rooms. Asryla brushed her dark hair behind her ears and tried to glide with as little noise as possible, nope it didn't work. She looked like a awkward, scrawny ballerina and sounded like she was wearing a pair of clogs. The tutor's door opened and shut again. Asryla knew the tutor in question. Grake was a stubborn whiskered man who loved nothing more than sitting and reading between the shelves of the library. Why he had his own room we will never know. Anyway, Asryla moved obscurely at full volume to the door and heard a rustle. Being a thief was hard for Asryla, she wasn't naturally careful or graceful but she must be able to get better at it. Mustn't she? Asryla opened the door frantically and jumped forward. "Ha!" Asryla shouted out. Something was creeping from the shadows "Imoen! What in the nine hells are you doing here?"
"ookie?" Imeon said between gulps. Asryla stared in disbelief.
"You STOLE that! You thief!"
"I know! I'm a thief and so are you so what's new?" Imeon said with a puzzled gaze.
"You stole that cookie! That goodberry crunch!" Asryla said in utter disgust
"Whats wrong? Okay they aren't exactly chocolat…" Imeon said.
"Whats wrong? You stole!" Asryla quivered.
"Since when is stealing bad!" Imeon couldn't believe her ears.
"STEALING IS WRONG!" Asryla bawled at the top of her lungs and that exact second was when she grabbed her thieving career by two hands and chucked it out the window. Stealing is wrong?! Thieving is wrong?! She tried to gather her thoughts.
"I never would have thought you would have sunk this low Asryla!" Grake snarled.
"My own supply of cookies! My mummy baked those you sewer rat!"
Imeon had vanished.
"An eight year old girl! Stealing cookies! What do you have to say for yourself?"
"…"Asryla thought for something to say.
"Not good enough! For one WHOLE week you must help me prepare for the arrival of the Knights of Tyr." He smirked and his white moustache quivered.
"Fine then!" Asryla narrowed her gaze.
"But I wont speak again I promise! Pooh head!" She exclaimed and then she scampered away to her room