Nictin sat under a tree the drinking a cup of Jum Jum Juice. It was
the drink of the halflings almost as famous as the race its self for its
sweet taste. He looked over to see his mom motioning him to come in for
bed. He yawned got up and walked slowly over to her. Fydlin dashed by him
and into the window of his room. Nictin was to tired to do so. He had spent
the entire afternoon fishing with Fiddy Bobcick. He was the lead designer
for most battle boats and was one of the few halflings to praise Prexolous
the ocean lord and to actually like the ocean. Nictin came into the house
and fell into his bed. He took out a book on the war between the ogres and
dwarfs and read for about an hour. He looked to Fydlin's bed and realize he
was not in it. Nictin shrugged and blew out his candle. He lay his head on
the pillow and store out of the window. All of a sudden he herd the creek
of the door and saw Fydlin quietly come in. Nictin had very good vision
like most halflings and could almost see Fydlin's figure clearly. He saw
him stand in front of the window, stare at the clock and pick up his large
red over coat along with several other items Nictin couldn't make out. Then
he did something Nictin did not expect he jumped right out of the window
into the night. The suspense was building up in Nictin's head and he had to
see what his brother had been up to. He walked over to the window and saw
his brother heading north. Fool's Gold thought Nictin, why has he been
going there? Nictin jumped out of the window and followed quietly to his
brother. He was correct Fydlin went straight into the Fool's Gold. Nictin
leaned into one of its windows and crept under a table in the bar. He saw
Fydlin walk over to the stairs of the building. What is he doing? Thought
Nictin. Only merchants live upstairs what does he want? Nictin saw Fydlin
knock on the wall next to him twice and it creaked open. As he walked up
his hand crunching into the door stopped the secret staircase Nictin dashed
before the entrance closed and it crunched around his hand. He bit his lip
and quickly pulled it open. He moaned as quiet as he could and tried to
sneak upstairs.
When he arrived he looked to see Fydlin standing before the mayor. At
Fydlin's side was a long shining piercer and in his hand a tattered note.
"Someone told me to give this to you mayor." Then Fydlin smiled "I can't
believe the leader of our town is also the leader of the rogue guild" The
two chuckled and Nictin became angered at Fydlin. A rogue? He thought. A
dirty thief! Rogues were a jester of sorts. They stole from the rich and
kept for them selves they where a people that found no order and felt it
was only important to have a good time in everything. But then Nictin felt
that it explained all the parades that the Mayor had arranged. "So
everything has been arranged Fydlin you are to be a rogue." Fydlin grinned
sneakily. "I've known what you will become since the day I saw you robbing
my office. It was only an instinct Fydlin not a crime. You can't help your
self because you feel you need to steal. You also enjoy liquor immensely I
see?" Fydlin smiled and patted a small bottle of rum at his side.
"Welcome to the rogues Fydlin you will find it a profession made for you."
And with this Fydlin walked towards the door. Nictin looked around for a
place to hide but by the time he did Fydlin was already standing at the
door looking at him. At first he wore a blank face then his face turned
bright red he growled at Nictin and jumped at him. The two tumbled down the
stairs to the bottom where Nictin lay with Fydlin on top of him holding his
piercer inches from his face. The two struggled for power over each other
then Fydlin muttered, "If.you.tell.dad.I'll.kill you.my.self!" And with
this he got up and grabbed Nictin up. Nictin looked at him coldly "I hate
you why did you have to do this?" Fydlin smiled at him "Because its who I
am." Nictin calmed down and the two took seats at the bar. "What about the
warrior tradition in our family?" Asked Nictin. Fydlin shook his head "Dad
doesn't need to know about this and he better not find out from you."
Fydlin took out the rum and slipped it down his throat quickly. "It won't
be hard to be a warrior by day and a rogue by night." He said to Nictin but
he almost seem to be assuring him self that to. Then he heard a voice
"Who's in there show your self!" Fydlin and Nictin looked at each other and
darted out the window.