There will be some cussing. And references to sex. Come on! Medieval Tortall and the Lower City, People! Anyway…0.n…Have fun, peeps!

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Oh, and this goes somewhat with the story: she meets George first, he falls in love with her, but by then she is in love (crushes) on Jon, then it's George again, then Liam, then George.…Wow. Alanna had a weird love life. I just noticed that this looks a lot like another story. Or stories. There are a lot of stories where Alanna become either 1. a rogue 2. an asassin or 3. both/neither/Ihavenoidea!

Three figures sat hunched over a piece of parchment in the flickering light of a single candle. Two of the people were girls. One was a medium sized girl with the fairest skin emerald eyes, and strange hair: it was a light brown, but had natural black streaks woven in. The other was somewhat shorter, with red hair and violet eyes. The man was an almost-white blond hair and tall with blue eyes. (A/N: Swoons Reminds anyone of Joren?) One person would write or draw something, and another would usually immediately scratch it out. Downstairs in the inn, no one guessed what was being planned above their heads.

"Alanna, as the least ugliest person here, we'll let you do this mission. We'll do a similar one in a month or two, that time I'll go."

"Robyn, why can't I go on this mission? Alanna got the last one!"

"Luke, do you really think that the prince would believe a man as much as a fair skinned, petite, fire-haired and tempered, lovely w-woman such-such as-oh, I give up!" Robyn's tone had gone from solemn to hysterical with laughter as Alanna sat silent, face flushed with anger. Suddenly Alanna realized the noise that they were making.

"Robyn, shut up or else someone will hear us!" At this, Luke snorted.

"Oh yeah? Everyone still up either is working here, their silence paid by us as we spend the night, or are the village's drunks."

"We should still finish soon. Reason 1: I'm tired. Reason 2: We have to leave at dawn tomorrow, on horseback. Reason 3: I was planning to get one of the prince's friend's writing tomorrow evening so that you, Luke, could start forging the letter. And, finally, reason 4: I'm tired." At Alanna's tone, the other two thieves quickly put up the parchment and left to each's own room next door. (A/N: If each's isn't a word, it now officially is. See? I even wrote in my dictionary for you. And for all of you like my younger brother, it is in pen. So no erasing.)

Finally. Now I can start getting some sleep. was Alanna's final thought for the night as her head hit the pillow.