<em>Night had fallen over the land and a few weary travelers were still pushing those last little bits before stopping for the night. Few travelers knew the dangers of moving during the night, and those who did stopped when the sun started to set. Some survived their ignorance, others fell prey to the things that go bump in the night....Dellisar was one of those things.<br/><br/>Perched in the scrub by the side of the road, he had been following the caravan for about the last hour. His inhuman eyesight making a joke of the darkness, one red eye floated in the foliage as he kept his distance until the perfect time to strike. When the caravan finally stopped, he waited until the commotion died down and the fire was low. He crept into the camp, inching past inebriated gypsies and dodging the "watch" they had posted, he quickly found the small chest with the valuables and began to pick it open. <br/><br/>His tail twitched in excitement when the chest popped open. The soft 'click' stirred one of the posted individuals look behind him, but dismissed the thought as if he was hearing things. These gypsies were too easy to rob, and it made Dellisar feel uncomfortable as he proceeded to do so.</em>