Chapter 2: As we predicted
Jadecoyote

On that foggy night the wind touches his pale chiseled features. His head was upturned his eyes fixed on the mansion in all it's sleepy glory. Garrett let out a deep breath threw his nose as he took note the list of equipment he brought with him. Rolling his shoulders slightly he prepared himself for another mission that has unexpected results. Stepping forward moving on the balls of his feet like a diver on a diving board ready to jump off into the night's abyss. Reaching over his shoulder he pulled out his bow and with a gloved hand the rope arrow that couples it. He put the arrow against the bow with great care and lacing it with the arrow. Pulling it back he let the tip penetrate the crack in the high wall. Smiling reassuringly to himself his hand tugging on the rope to make sure it can support his weight. Finally he proceeded to climb up the wall his muscles contracting in the climb. Hidden in shadows he glanced down at the other side seeing a guard in the distance, but grateful of his cover. A thief's greatest friend is the shadows, because it will always cover you and never betray you. Moving toward the mansion step by step very slowly he stepping around roots of tree and leaf brush that might give him away. He opened the map quietly consulting and folding it back up. Garrett found his opportunity in a side window, the servant's quarters. Glancing inside he noticed the lights were out and the sound of snoring reverberated to the silent night. Jumping threw the window quickly he kept his eyes fixed on anything that might move and call his attention. Naturally he looked for trinkets and gold that might help pay his rent. Swiftly he moved to the door his hand moving out to pick up a stack of gold coins that sat by the door. Slowly he let the door creak open seeing the light spill into the small room. He took in a breath listening with all he had to see if any guards were coming. Garrett knew very well not to rush into a quiet hall due to the fact that looks can be deceiving. Cautiously he stepped over the threshold not hearing any heavy boots on carpeting. He looked around and headed down the hall once in a while pulling out an arrow with a small vial of water attached to it and snuffing out candles as he went. Glancing around corners he saw no one a single guard. "Interesting....", Garrett muttered under his breath as he proceeded following what the map said as he took in a deep breath not letting his guard down. Walking up the heavily carpeted steps he did not take time to admire the paintings on the wall or the halls adorned with sculptures. These things were obviously priceless, but not what he was looking for. Hearing a sound moving quickly he turned abruptly and glanced around him, but saw nothing. Shaking his head he thought himself jumpy, yet reminded himself that someone could be up. Proceeding in his mission he came to the end of the hall and thankfully saw a guard at the door, but what was laid before Garrett 's eyes awestruck him. The guard was laying his back against the wall sitting up yet not awake. Moving closer his eyes narrowed examining the passed out man. The guard's eyelids were closed yet his breathing was shallow as if knocked out or drunk as he figured. The problem with that theory was that there were no bottles around him and he did not smell like alcohol. Garrett could not shake the uneasy feeling that filled him head to toe, but knew his prize was just beyond this sleeping ugly. With all the caution that had been taught to him he proceeded considering the words that the Keeper had spoken. Moving threw the double doors he glanced left then right seeing nothing out of the ordinary. Maybe it was a trap, but how did they know he was coming? In the center of the room was a sapphire the size of a fist on a purple pillar on top of a pillar. He bent down slowly and watched the floor wondering if it was booby-trapped. Seeing no kind of contraptions set up for unknowing thieves he stepped forward moving into the light that shone threw the glass ceiling above the sapphire. Then a cold numbing sensation came over him as he stared forward and to his horror stood a women from what he could make out. She was dressed in attire just like him, but a long golden braid running over her shoulder. She was giving him the same look he probally was giving her as they stood there trapped in time his eyes wide. Her azure blue eyes seem to be inspecting him as she put her hands out showing she had no weapon yet a bow and sword glinted in the light. He knew this was a problem.