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Deiter Leafblade · 08-09-2006, 02:39 PM

How to tell him... Altair knew he couldn't lie on this piece of information. Gerald could possibly consult with his daughter over what has transpired and there he would be caught.

"I kidnapped your daughter, and took her through the forest. I foolishly didn't believe in the stories of beasts lurking within. We were attacked, but I saved Robyn and together we made it through to the either side. Due to wounds I suffered we had to make camp and make the trip back the following." He responded bluntly, leaving it up to Gerald to decide what it was he thought of him.

"Ya see this, boy?" Berad pointed to large lock that was lying on the table. Altair nodded as he moved in closer to examine it. Shades of silver and brass along with bits of wood greeted them. "Use the lock picks ya got on ya and try to open this. I have a job tonight, so if ya ain't opened it by then don't bother showing me yar face."

Altair had an amused expression etched on his face. He was feeling confident that he could pick the lock open in no time. Sitting down at the table, he pulled out his lock picks from inside his jacket. Cool metal was slid into the lock entrance as concentration took over.

Thirty minutes later left Altair in the same position that he had started in. Cursing, frustration started to take over as he continued to try various lock picks. "What kind of lock is this...?" He grumbled to himself. Nothing seemed to work.

Several hours went by and he vaguely wondered if Berad would be returning soon. Exhausted from the hours of energy he poured into attempting to open the lock left him irritable. Berad returned home a few minutes later with a smirk. "I see ya still haven't managed to open that lock." Alatir looked up at him hotly. "What of it?" His words were bold, and he knew the second they left his mouth that he'd regret it.

Ignoring Altair's words, Berad made his way to the table and picked the lock in one swift motion. The younger man could only stare at him in a mixture of envy and awe. "Some of the most intimidating locks are the easiest to open. I thought I beat that into ya enough times to know that." Berad gripped Altair's shoulder and roughly threw him outside. "Ya can come back once ya learn to be a real thief, not a pathetic excuse for one." His words stung, but Altair turned away stubbornly and attempted to find a place to sleep for the night..

[ 08-10-2006, 04:00 AM: Message edited by: Deiter Leafblade ]

08-09-2006, 02:39 PM	#254
Deiter Leafblade Emerald Dragon Join Date: October 1, 2001 Location: Somewhere Age: 38 Posts: 934	How to tell him... Altair knew he couldn't lie on this piece of information. Gerald could possibly consult with his daughter over what has transpired and there he would be caught. "I kidnapped your daughter, and took her through the forest. I foolishly didn't believe in the stories of beasts lurking within. We were attacked, but I saved Robyn and together we made it through to the either side. Due to wounds I suffered we had to make camp and make the trip back the following." He responded bluntly, leaving it up to Gerald to decide what it was he thought of him. "Ya see this, boy?" Berad pointed to large lock that was lying on the table. Altair nodded as he moved in closer to examine it. Shades of silver and brass along with bits of wood greeted them. "Use the lock picks ya got on ya and try to open this. I have a job tonight, so if ya ain't opened it by then don't bother showing me yar face." Altair had an amused expression etched on his face. He was feeling confident that he could pick the lock open in no time. Sitting down at the table, he pulled out his lock picks from inside his jacket. Cool metal was slid into the lock entrance as concentration took over. Thirty minutes later left Altair in the same position that he had started in. Cursing, frustration started to take over as he continued to try various lock picks. "What kind of lock is this...?" He grumbled to himself. Nothing seemed to work. Several hours went by and he vaguely wondered if Berad would be returning soon. Exhausted from the hours of energy he poured into attempting to open the lock left him irritable. Berad returned home a few minutes later with a smirk. "I see ya still haven't managed to open that lock." Alatir looked up at him hotly. "What of it?" His words were bold, and he knew the second they left his mouth that he'd regret it. Ignoring Altair's words, Berad made his way to the table and picked the lock in one swift motion. The younger man could only stare at him in a mixture of envy and awe. "Some of the most intimidating locks are the easiest to open. I thought I beat that into ya enough times to know that." Berad gripped Altair's shoulder and roughly threw him outside. "Ya can come back once ya learn to be a real thief, not a pathetic excuse for one." His words stung, but Altair turned away stubbornly and attempted to find a place to sleep for the night.. [ 08-10-2006, 04:00 AM: Message edited by: Deiter Leafblade ]