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Kitanna · 02-28-2005, 05:47 PM

As soon as Sondo's plan was revealed Marroc knew he wanted, no he had to help. He hadn't been very good with the raft, he was not a very good hunter, but stealing he could do. He was used to sneaking into the kitchen and stealing bread or cheese from his mother. Of course stealing from the big folk would be different, but Marroc could move swiftly and softly. He was confident in himself and Rory that they could get away with plenty of food.

He eagerly followed behind Sondo and Rory toward the big folk's camp. He listened intently to Sondo's plan. Marroc nodded in agreement to all the other hobbit lad said. He was about to burst with excitement.

The three split off. Rory had plans of sneaking in from the back of the camp and Marroc would go in from the side.

Marroc crouched low to the ground and watched the big folk in their camp. He smiled to himself as he saw most of the men heading down toward his friends. They had left one guard at the camp. The young hobbit's heart beat so hard in his chest he thought the guard would surely hear it.

He waited a few moments before creeping out of his hiding place. Just like stealing bread or cheese, he told himself. He could see Rory creeping toward the camp as well. They caught each others eyes and nodded to one another.

The guard was keeping his back to their supplies. He seemed to be looking off toward where his friends had gone. Probably wishing he had gone, Marroc smirked. He had reached the saddlebags. He looked up, the guard's attentions was drawn away from the hobbit. Marroc turned his attention away from the guard for a moment.

Marroc slowly reached his hand into one of the bags. He was so quiet, he surprised himself. The guard moved, he looked like he might turn. Then a small rock hit the guard on the side of the head. He huffed and grumbled and headed in the direction it had come. Another larger rock came flying out and hit him in the temple. He landed with a thud in the dirt. Marroc smiled, obviously the work of Sondo.

Rory had joined Marroc and the two began to rifle through the bags.

02-28-2005, 05:47 PM	#125
Kitanna Child of the West Join Date: Dec 2003 Location: Watching President Fillmore ride a unicorn Posts: 2,212	As soon as Sondo's plan was revealed Marroc knew he wanted, no he had to help. He hadn't been very good with the raft, he was not a very good hunter, but stealing he could do. He was used to sneaking into the kitchen and stealing bread or cheese from his mother. Of course stealing from the big folk would be different, but Marroc could move swiftly and softly. He was confident in himself and Rory that they could get away with plenty of food. He eagerly followed behind Sondo and Rory toward the big folk's camp. He listened intently to Sondo's plan. Marroc nodded in agreement to all the other hobbit lad said. He was about to burst with excitement. The three split off. Rory had plans of sneaking in from the back of the camp and Marroc would go in from the side. Marroc crouched low to the ground and watched the big folk in their camp. He smiled to himself as he saw most of the men heading down toward his friends. They had left one guard at the camp. The young hobbit's heart beat so hard in his chest he thought the guard would surely hear it. He waited a few moments before creeping out of his hiding place. Just like stealing bread or cheese, he told himself. He could see Rory creeping toward the camp as well. They caught each others eyes and nodded to one another. The guard was keeping his back to their supplies. He seemed to be looking off toward where his friends had gone. Probably wishing he had gone, Marroc smirked. He had reached the saddlebags. He looked up, the guard's attentions was drawn away from the hobbit. Marroc turned his attention away from the guard for a moment. Marroc slowly reached his hand into one of the bags. He was so quiet, he surprised himself. The guard moved, he looked like he might turn. Then a small rock hit the guard on the side of the head. He huffed and grumbled and headed in the direction it had come. Another larger rock came flying out and hit him in the temple. He landed with a thud in the dirt. Marroc smiled, obviously the work of Sondo. Rory had joined Marroc and the two began to rifle through the bags. Last edited by Kitanna; 03-02-2005 at 08:26 PM.