Arran grinned as he moved across the mud and cobblestones behind the thief. Now this was adventure. Or, at least, it was exciting. Granted it was the type of excitement he was more used to - but not in the big city. Not with town guards who wouldn't just send him back to his Da. And not with comforting weight of real steel in his boot. And magic!<br/><br/>That thought made him falter for moment. It was late. He had to get back to his teacher, and the walk was long... He shook his head, the slight whip of his hair surprising him again, and then carried on. This was adventure, now. Better to ask forgiveness, as his mate Black Bill always said. Though, Bill never even did that.