*Path Juggles a couple raw emeralds in one hand, over the pond behind Hlints' bank, thinking what a sultans time he could have had with a couple fortunes like that fer at least a month back in thee days when cutting a nice fat purse or entering some loud-mouthed, rich merchants house and emptying his so called secret hidy-hole, to then blend back into those sweet shadows, was all that he needed to think about...he then sighs with a bitter-sweet smile and no one can hear him say softly:* Why did ye dissapear so Mamil, why the dreams if ye are dead like father, why bring me to this world where I'll most likely die, myself? *He sighs and catches the stones in one hand, trying to crush them without realizing it...they glissen in the sunlight reminding him of his mothers eyes when she was laughing...with quickness that even surprises him the emeralds dissapear from sight, as does he, seconds later.*
