The youth wasn't dressed impressively. Clothes were in onlya little better state than rags and it had been mended here and there with improvised tool and pins. A tanned chechewas wrapped around the head to protect from sun, sand, and heat with only two dark red eyes peaking through.  A blackfluffy tail caked in dirt swayed this way and that as they walked down the early morning street. Pausing here and there, the red-eyed teen looked around for discarded items or maybe some water that might have collected in the early morning. It was habit more than anything else; the need to scavenge.
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To anyone looking, this was another young boy on the streetdressed in rags. Perhaps a beggar. However, the only thing to offset the impression was the crudely made sword at their side. It had no sheath, but held in place by a leather belt. The metal did not have a finish and looked more like a thrown out slab of metal than a finished product. But there was an a sharp edge that lead to a sharper point and the youth had seen to fashion a handle to the end.
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Pausing outside the Hall of the Twelve, the street rat eyedthe building thoughtfully. Rumors had spread about the politics of this place. It was a typical story one heard often. Strange upsets nobles, nobles ruins their life and takes everything from them.Â
But it was still here and it had sounded like the man could use a helpinghand. If there was some food and shelter, that was good enough pay for them.
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Walking to the two large doors, the street rat placed an earto it and listened. It was still early and no one was awake yet from the sounds of it. Or, if they were, they weren't in the main hall.
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'It's not breaking in if the place is open to people,right?' the youth thought to themselves and started to lean into the door. At first it looked comical, someone that small trying to push the grand door open, but it happened. It took some effort and time, but slowly one of the doors started to open with a  deep groan that made the youth'sinwardly cringe. Once inside, they pressed their back to the door and worked on closing it, producing another deep creaking sound from the door.
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'Not stealing anything. Not theft if the door is open andthe own wants help, right? Right.'
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Not seeing anyone, the red-eyed child moved away from thedoor and sat on the floor; waiting.
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To anyone looking, this was another young boy on the streetdressed in rags. Perhaps a beggar. However, the only thing to offset the impression was the crudely made sword at their side. It had no sheath, but held in place by a leather belt. The metal did not have a finish and looked more like a thrown out slab of metal than a finished product. But there was an a sharp edge that lead to a sharper point and the youth had seen to fashion a handle to the end.
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Pausing outside the Hall of the Twelve, the street rat eyedthe building thoughtfully. Rumors had spread about the politics of this place. It was a typical story one heard often. Strange upsets nobles, nobles ruins their life and takes everything from them.Â
But it was still here and it had sounded like the man could use a helpinghand. If there was some food and shelter, that was good enough pay for them.
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Walking to the two large doors, the street rat placed an earto it and listened. It was still early and no one was awake yet from the sounds of it. Or, if they were, they weren't in the main hall.
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'It's not breaking in if the place is open to people,right?' the youth thought to themselves and started to lean into the door. At first it looked comical, someone that small trying to push the grand door open, but it happened. It took some effort and time, but slowly one of the doors started to open with a  deep groan that made the youth'sinwardly cringe. Once inside, they pressed their back to the door and worked on closing it, producing another deep creaking sound from the door.
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'Not stealing anything. Not theft if the door is open andthe own wants help, right? Right.'
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Not seeing anyone, the red-eyed child moved away from thedoor and sat on the floor; waiting.
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