"I have to say, that went well" Lanpoint chuckled as they walked away from the bakery. Malcolm pulled the small bun out of his pocket and began to munch on it. The bun must have been one of the ones she just put out, for it was still warm. Lanpoint reached into his pocket and felt their small victory, in the form of a bun, in his pocket. He pulled it out and took a savoring bite into the luscious morsel. Malcolm wiped the crumbs off his face with his forearm, and then looked to Lanpoint. "It's delicious isn't it?" his comrade nodded as he continued to consume the stolen bun. "Imagine if we could do this all the time. No rules, no grown-ups telling us what we can and cannot do. No more Jorah making us slave over fiery coals" Lanpoint finished eating and looked to Malcolm "What are you saying Malcolm?" Malcolm threw his arm around his taller friend "I'm saying, why work when this was just as easy?" Lanpoint, always being the more obedient one, was about to respond when they were passing a shop and heard a scream "Thief! Stop him!" the two boys felt as though someone punched them in the gut. Just before the boys began to run they were collided with a man that had run out of the shop. The man was holding a bag, which sounded as though it held quite a large amount of coins. When the man had run into them it caused all three of them to fall to the ground, along with the bag of coins. Malcolm spun as he fell and caught his fall with his left forearm. Lanpoint fell backwards on his back landing hard against the cold, hard, cobblestones. As for the robber, he had fallen face first, smashing to the ground and dropping the coins at his side.

The woman that had screamed, presumably the store owner, came running to where the three lay on the ground. Malcolm lifted himself up looking at his arm which he had cut open upon contact with the ground. Lanpoint sat up and rubbed the back of his head. The robber lay still, he had knocked his head so hard he fell unconscious. "Oh thank you! You stopped this villainous thief!" the woman reached down and picked up her bag of coins. Lanpoint disoriented he queried "We what?" Malcolm glanced up to the store owner "More like he ran into us and fell. Not a very good thief if you ask me" he piped as he raised an eyebrow. The lady chuckled "You are very right lad. And I imagine you two know all about thievery" Lanpoint, still a tad disoriented, mumbled "We look like thieves?" Malcolm stood up and cockily remarked "Not much to know. Just have to be clever enough to outwit your victim" Lanpoint clumsily got to his feet beside his friend. "You are a smart boy. In any matter, thank you kindly for stopping him." Lanpoint, now more oriented than before, spoke up "We do not deserve your thanks. We just happened to be passing when he ran out, nothing more." Touched by Lanpoint's modesty she reached in the bag and grabbed out a coin for each of them "Here. Take this as a sign of gratitude" Malcolm eagerly accepted this easy money, and silently urged Lanpoint to do the same. Silently Lanpoint accepted the money bowing his head to her and the two mischievous boys went on their way. From behind them they could hear the woman yelling at the unconscious thief.

They spent the rest of the day stealing small goods and laughing about it. But now the day was turning dark, and the two boys thought it best to return to their prison cell of a home. As they walked in the dim streets, they saw the young girl they had stolen from at the bakery. She was now in an evening gown; the bodice had vertical black and white stripes and the skirt was a pure white. The young baker's daughter was walking alone, headed in their direction. Lanpoint looked at the ground; he wasn't cocky enough to pretend like they hadn't wronged her. Malcolm however was quite the opposite; he stared right at her with his bewitching smile. The red-haired maiden returned his gaze with a softer and more innocent smile. She was almost past them when Lanpoint, who was still staring at the ground, ran into her. "I'm sorry miss" Lanpoint squawked as he bowed his head to her. The girl laughed "It's my fault, I should have been paying more attention to where I was going" Malcolm stood beside the two as they faced each other. Lanpoint parted his gaze with the cobblestones and saw her beautiful blue eyes "I guess we both had a part to play" Malcolm interjected their moment of silence "What are you doing out alone?" her blue eyes shifted over to Malcom and responded "It's not a crime to be alone" Lanpoint returned his gaze to the ground and noticed she had a large bag she was hiding behind her back. "It's not safe either. Are you running away?" she shifted her bag to try and hide it better, Malcolm noticed the bag and snatched it "give that back!" she firmly snapped. "Do you plan to run away with only this small bag? There's hardly anything inside it" he retorted as he looked inside seeing only a change of clothes and a few buns and biscuits. "If you are running away you are awful at it" Malcolm coaxed as she snatched her belongings back from him.

Lanpoint took a look at the empty street and leaned over to Malcolm "We could go with her. And live like we did today, all the time no rules" Malcolm fiendishly grinned at the concept "Well girl, are you running away?" She stared at him answering him with her silence "Well you are in luck. My friend and I are leaving this place as well." She smiled "Really? I have no idea what I am doing, would it be too much to ask if I accompanied you?" Lanpoint nodded "We would gladly have you with us. My name is Lanpoint" "I'm Malcolm" "and you are?" the girl looked at the two boys and introduced herself "Sumia. I am pleased to make your acquaintance Lanpoint and Malcolm"

The three stood in the darkened street. Sumia stood clutching her bag and the two boys stood empty handed "Not today, not like this, tomorrow mid-day. Meet us by the river, the spot nearly shrouded by trees. We will wait until dark; if you are not there by then you are on your own Sumia." Malcolm instructed. Sumia was about to nod and then spoke up "What am I to tell my father? How do I explain why I am so late to him?" Lanpoint looked as though he was about to say kind words to her, before Malcolm spoke up "Sounds like that's a riddle for you to solve" Malcolm began to walk away with his fiendish smile and slowed his pace so Lanpoint could catch up. Lanpoint looked deep into her eyes as if to apologize for Malcolm's behavior, she nodded accepting the apology. As he hurried to catch up to his friend Sumia stayed still for a moment, pondering what she would tell her father about her lateness. It was not long until the streets, that moments ago held young teens planning their escape, were empty.