Rondal watched the well known ritual between the guard and the thief, leaning against the wall of a narrow alley. He shook his head with a little sigh and crouched down to pet his dog Yip, who looked up at him with adoration and wagged its tail.<br/>To say that Yip was a crossbreed would be an understatement. It was hard even to determine what breeds had gone into the mix, but the scruffy brown little thing was the best ratter that Rondal had owned, and as good and loyal a friend as one could hope to find in the treacherous streets of Omneiro.<br/><br/>Rondal pushed himself back up and grabbed his staff from where it had been resting against the wall. Supporting himself with it as he stretched his back and yawned. He had had a good nights work, and had slept a few hours in an alley before having some breakfast. Now his belly was full and the day was still young.<br/>He had caught more critters than usual, and for once he had a few coins left over after feeding both himself and his loyal companion.<br/><br/>"What do you say we go and get ourselves a nice ale and listen to the bards play?" He asked Yip, who gave a high pitched yip back and wagged it's tail even more. The fluffy little creature had no idea what he was saying, but it was happy to follow him anywhere, and when he exited the alley and proceeded down the street to find a good tavern (which was any tavern by Rondal's standards), it followed along, running circles around his feet, yipping enthusiastically at any who got too close to the small man who was it's master.<br/><br/><br/>