'Please, sir' Taw begged, 'Please, I only have 2 Churats. Could you find it in you heart to-' Taw was cut off by the man's booming voice. 'Shift it mate. I can't do bargains for nobody. Not with Chaliv in charge, anyway.'. Taw felt like crying. He was going to be beaten. He couldn't face a double beating for being late and not having his hair tied back, so he grabbed a band, dropped his money on the counter and ran. 'Oi!' Cried the man, 'Theif! Stop 'im!' Taw ran on. 'I paid, didn't I?' Taw smirked as he pushed through the crowd. He put on the Nand and looked up. It was 9 o'clock. He was supposed to be at work now. Taw sprinted through the mass of people and out of the street. He weaved down an alley way and dashed towards the hill. He jumped the fence and ran towards the mill.

Jaen rolled up the tent and put it in his bag. He wiped his brow with the back of his hand and picked up the bag. It was heavy with tent poles and pots and pans. Jaen put the bag on his back and walked. He walked to the edge of the trees to the west of the clearing and looked back. Not a trace. Just as his father had taught him. Jaen smiled and turned away. He walked into the forest and away from the clearing and the sunlight. Jaen walked carefully and soundlessly, so as to not draw attention to himself. He walked and walked and walked until he found a suitable place to stay. He was about to place down his bag when he spotted a Guard. Startled, Jaen forgot to stay silent and dashed for cover. He hid behind a tree and drew his dagger. He couldn't let the Guard see him. He had to kill him before he knew. But what if the Guard already knew? Jaen braced himself. The Guard walked alongside the tree, searching for whatever had moved. A hedgehog shuffled past. The Guard instantly drew his pistol and shot it. Satisfied, the Guard walked off. From his position up in the tree, Jaen let out his breath. He was glad his father had taught him to scale trees fast. He never thought it would come in handy.