Arran grinned as the scene took form in front of him. His imagination had made this out to be some sort of scary monster spreading plague and nastiness. But this... this was just some fun. And damned if he was going to help someone catch an honest thief. And, for once, being a girl could help here.<br/><br/>The apprentice moved back to his bed, shucking the baggy under armour off himself and grabbing a handful of the bed's slightly off-white sheet. He gave it a solid yank to get it free and then wrapped it haphazardly around himself. It didn't show anything, but in the dark, the wrapping was just tight enough to make someone think of something other than their immediate business.<br/><br/>Then, with momentary grin - which Arran quickyl composed in a feigned look of shock and concern - he opened his own window and leaned out. If any chasers came into view he would cry out, in his best 'girl' voice (not that he really needed to go all squeaky, being a girl and all, but habits die hard): "Thief! Thief! I saw the thief! You have to stop him! He went that way!" And pointed down a road going off at right angles to the direction the young man had actually gone.