A/N: Figured I may as well continue- these only take a few moments each anyway :)
The smoke was quick to do its work and Merlin had collapsed in the hay before he even noticed the odd scent in the air.
Cedric hastened to begin untying the horses and slapped their withers to get them moving.
One of the younger horses, a half-trained stallion, spooked at the unusual activity and reared; pawing at the air before coming down to trample the unwitting manservant below.
The would-be thief felt a moment's remorse- he had never meant to become a murderer- but soon shrugged it off.
It would be so much easier to get the key without Merlin in the way.