Disclaimer: All characters belong to Tammy. But a Specific thief belongs to Lady Hazel.
We thought it would be funny to put him in, and have people run to there books looking up his name, wondering if he was really in the story. Which all people who don't read this will do. Hehehe. I can't wait. ( Yea, he's going to be in the next chapie. Sorry. SO stay tuned for the next chapter. He's a sexy beast....uhh... sorry I love him.)

The next morning: (To those who don't remember, Numair's real name is Aram.)

Chapter Three: Getting Settled

Numair woke in his own rooms. He looked out the window to see the sun just over the harizon. What woke me up? A faint knock came from the door out in the sitting room. He quickly pulled his pants on and ran (Slowly) to the door.
A servant all in palace uniform held a silver plat in his right hand, and his other rose to knock once more. "A litter for you sir. It came by rider early this morning." With that, he handed the sealed letter to Numair and bowed out of sight. There is an earlier time than this? He closed the door, his sleepy eyes on the seal. It was not Jonathan's royal seal, the one he had expected, but one that looked of common origin.
Numair sat down in a wooden chair near the already lit fireplace. He examined the letter, searching for something, anything that would keep him from opening it. He knew it contained the information of his new identity.
Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, he broke the seal. A black mage scared of a letter. What next?!
Numair rolled the letter open, which held less then he expected

Aram,
 I request that you see the
 dancing doves at the caravel.
 They are most fascinating. I hope to
 See you there when the rats scream.

 Numair rolled the letter back up and when to get dressed. The rats will scream in three hours I would say. "He really needs to work on hiding his meanings."

Numair leaned down in front of the mirror so he could see his hair. He quickly put it all in a ponytail with a leather cord. He stood strait to find his hair around his shoulders once more and the cord on the floor. " Cursed hair!" He mumbled as he picked up the cord. He tried once again; taking time to assure that it wouldn't come out again.

He took a step back so he could see all of his tall self in the mirror. He wore brown britches, a tan chemise, and a dark green tunic. Plain colors that would not stand out, but woven finally with scrolls helped into the collar so that if he bumped into a noble that he knew, they would not think he was up to something.
Satisfied with his refection, he left his rooms and walked down the hall, then stopped and turned around. He went back to his door and locked it both with a key and with magic. If anyone tried to get in with his key, then the door would make a hideous screech.
He once again walked down the hall. He reached the spiral stairs that lead to the main floor, when he heard voices coming from the bottom of the stairs.
"Did he fall for it?" The voice sounded like it was coming from a around man, but not a servant in the palace.
"Sure did, he'll be coming down any minute now." This one sounded just as youthful and excited.
"Oh, I can't wait! He'll think again before he messes with us." The two strangers broke into quiet laughs. Numair stood frozen at the top of the stairs. Were they part of the assassination attempt on my life? Were they spies? Numair frowned at himself when he realized his breathing had gone heavy. Get a hold on yourself; you're a powerful mage. You can handle two little brats!

He set off down the stairs, but when he reached the bottom the two youths were gone. Numair set a quick pace down the decorated main hall. He finally reached the double doors that lead to a room full of pages, squires, teachers, and food.

Otherwise, the mess hall. Numair opened the door and walked over to the cook. He decided on biscuits and gravy. He walked slowly away from the table, looking for Daine. At that moment, her hand shot in the air and waved. Numair smiled and walked over to his love. "Soon you're going to choke and die from all that gravy." Daine scolded with a loving smile.

"And you're going to get fat if you keep sneaking those sweets from the kitchens at night." Daine blushed and ate a spoon full of her soup. Satisfied, Numair took a seat across from her. They ate in conferrable silence, for a while, simply enjoying being near each other. Then Daine spoke up. "Did you find out what's going to happen?"

"I got a letter this morning, I will find out later today in town." Mockingly, he added, "When the rats scream." Daine looked at him and let out a small laugh, "Are you serious? That's so easy to decode. Jon really needs someone else to write things like that for him."

Numair took a sip of Daine's apple juice and said, "I said the same when I read it."

A little after the stroke of five, Numair set out for the outer cite. The rat races started in tem minutes. That's when you could hear them scream; when their owners would beat them for losing. He walked up to the front door of the Dancing Dove, and stopped to look around. There isn't even a carnival around here.

Numair shock his head and opened the door. Immediately, sound surrounded him. Music came from the corner where a band set up; laughter came from the bar in the left corner, and the crackling sound from the fire at his right.

Near the fire Numair saw two toasting and taking a gulp out of their cups. He walked to the table and sat down. "Hello George, Jonny."

Both men looked at him. The Baron of Pirates Swoop had a blank face, but the king showed a little surprise. It was covered quickly. "You're a bit early, old friend." Jon was smart not to say his name. Not if he was going to be someone else.

"I was around, decided to get a drink before I left." Speaking of the fact that Numair was to be no more, for a time. "So lets get this over with." He looked around the room and caught a servant girl's eye. She walked over to him and he ordered a mug of ale. She nodded her head and walked away.

Numair looked back at his friends. "Wonderful place for a meeting."

George didn't have to whisper to not be heard. The crowd did that for him. "When you're in public, it's not suspicious. And it's even better when there's noise to drone out your voice." Numair could not argue so he remained silent. George opened his mouth again to speak, but closed it quickly.

The servant girl walked up and set down the cup of ale that Numair had ordered to his right. She looked Numair down and gave a smile. Then she gave a wink and walked away rolling her hips, drawing the attention of mostly all the men in the room, but not Numair. He hid his face in his cup so as to not look as the cute servant girl. No, not cute! Plain!

George shook his head at the servant girl, grinning. "If I was still young and not married..."

"But you are married and you better remember that if you don't want that temper of Alanna on you. Or mine." Jon told George very sternly. George looked at Jon with a surprised face. Or is it a challenging face?

"I was but jokin'. I would never do such a thing to my lovin' wife. I spent most of my golden years trying to get her and I wouldn't lose her just because of a pretty face. And you best remember that, old friend. If I didn't know any better, I would think you still got feelings for her." He said the last sentence quietly.

Whispering now, Jon answered, "Of course I still have feelings. She shot me down, remember?"

With a smile George said, "Yeah, she shot Mr. King down for a commoner." He said it like he was speaking to a baby. "Does that hurt your pride so much that you want her back just so you could shot her down?!" George had yelled the last sentence, and now everyone was watching.

They both sat there, Glairing at each other, while Numair put his head in his hands. He took a deep breath. He had been doing that a lot lately.

He stood up and grabbed both men by the shirt and dragged them out of The Dancing Dove. He pulled them down the main street and down an unoccupied side street. Both men began to laugh. Numair stared at both of them with an open mouth. "What in Mithros' name where you two doing in there!? I thought we were going to discuses what identity I am going to have!"

Both of the crazy in front of him where still laughing. Their where in tear when they finally leaned on each other and fell to the ground. "Someone was-"George stopped to take a breath. "Following you. We-"He stopped once more to stand up and pull Jon up as well. "We had to get away with out him guessing something."

Numair, in shock of the whole thing said, "So you two started that act out of no where?!"

"No," Jon put in. "We planed the whole thing. This was a fake meeting to see if anyone would follow you. That's why the note was so obvious. That man if being taking by the King's own right as we speak." He looked over to George. "But I didn't know it would be so fun yelling at you."

George smiled and said, "I knew," They once again broke out in uncontrollable laughter. Numair glared at them for a moment, angered that he had not caught on to the plan. He stocked off down the street heading for the palace, pouting.

Hey guys ( well, most likey, ladies) Lady Hazel here. Sorry it took so long to put this chapter up. Now before you go into a coma becasue you thought you were reading a story by LeaderOfGeorgeCult, hear me out. No, your not crzy. This really it her story, i just put it up because I A) know her pass word, as you should know if you rea her Bio and B) I have a better computer at my disposable. It took so long because she has to write it, them print it out because between both of us, we can't manage to find one damn floppy disk, then i have to write the whole thing over again and that was kind boring. That's why it took so longso on behalf of Dana: Read and reveiw. She loves review even though she get's more then me. I feel sad because people tell me how good my story is but i don't have a whole lot of reviews. But then again, i only have two stories. And HEY If you like any of LeaderOfGeorgeCult's stories, go look me up ( Lady Hazel)because we have a story up on my site that we write together. Its called Quest for Butter: The Fake Stuff. it's funny. ( And yes, that was me up there calling my charator a sexy beast...i'm sorry. I love him because he really is.) sorry for the BCL (Blinging cape lockes) uhhh....have a nice day.