| "Shakespeare," sighs Astra as she pushes across jewel.....slightly less
than agreed upon, and then plunks down the silver axe (cleaned.....of course)
next to the jewel. "You were a little too loud with the last job."
"We never asked you to KILL the mage," Fred murmurs as the thief gathers her payment and her ax. "Not only was that well and beyond what was called for.....it raised awkward questions with the Guard!" "Well," mutters the thief. "What possessed you to call the Guard in the first place, if you didn't want to talk with them?" "It was the Frederigo D'Honaire and the Warrior Princess Astra," sneers Fred. "That guy was so anal about Honor and knightly virtue.....all because of him not wanting to be like his father! And he NEVER wanted to use a bit of stragetic sneakiness when a frontal attack presented itself!" "And Princess Astra," Astra says, rolling her eyes. "Little common sense and she was about as bad as that windbag. I'm glad that their gone!"
"Well," smiles Shakespeare. "That's why you hired me while the other 'people' were asleep. You were only trying to protect yourself and your little kits from harm. I only did what I saw as necessary....for a fee, of course. Good day." The thief leaves, Fred and Astra smile. The thief wouldn't be in this line of business much longer because.....they smelled the taint of the Folk on her and they had smelled the stench of her blood back at the scene of the crime. Shakespeare would soon be joining the ranks of the werefolk out in the woods.... "So..... Mr. Freddy Vulpine," smiles the vixen. "What do you and your mate want to do now? Can not very well take up the old sword and shield occupation now, can we?" "Freddy" smiles and......
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