Departing Monologue
Don't look at me like that. What did you expect? I'm a vermin through and through. You heard me tell you my tales. Did you honestly believe I wasn't out to get something? Haha, oh. I guess you're wondering why I would do such a thing to folks like you; after taking me in, caring for me, even offering a place for my daughter. She's a sweet child ain't she? I hope you take good care of her. I also pray she grows up to be as pretty as her mum, and as thieving as I. it would make me proud. Now take a step back. Recall what I told you in the beginning. I was after something. It was your foolishness that led you believe I simply wanted to steal your hearts and minds with my romantic stories. It's all really your fault that I got away with this here sword. What a sword it is as well!
Fine instrument this here blade: Forged in the fires of the badger mountain, its metal given to us by the very heavens. Noble heroes, evil doers, and thieves alike have held this blade. It's got a powerful history behind it, laced in with hundreds of other lives and generations. Martin has been said to haunt this blade. I personally don't believe in ghosts. You saw my fancy stunts, my quick words, those beautiful robes. You know not one of those were simply given to me. I took everything that I have. Most things I sell away to some king or warlord. The sword in my hands would fetch a mighty fine price. But I think I'll hold onto it; as a token to our good time with each other. Don't worry, I'll take good care of it and only use it for when I need it the most. It's a tool of death. I'm only just a thief, no murdering scoundrel. Perhaps it might find its way to your door steps again after my life has passed. These sort of things tend to do that.
Farewell my friends. You will not catch me with your simple search parties. I have escaped from far more than you. Kings and legions look for my hide. You know my tales well. I like to think even with my departure your recorder will hold them dear. Sharp was one of my closest listeners. I believe he'll share them with my daughter when she comes of age. Perhaps parodize them for her young ears; so she may know her father. I may even return one day, sword in hand, to see what you have told her. Will my legacy be another vile vermin tale, or will I simply be the rare grey that touches your histories? I would not blame you for marking me as a black streak in your white world.
Those arrows aren't aimed for my tail. You are silly beasts. You are too kind to slay me. Too hesitant to end the friendship we had together. I would gladly give you the blade of Martin back in my dying moments. However, I will not parish this day, nor the next. Your forest may turn its very branches onto me, but I will not be caught. You will not find me by your will alone. May Fate be with you in your endeavor. Do not obsess over your loss. Take this as a lesson. Do not trust a thief.