A wrongful turn.

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From: thshighwaymen9@aol.com (THS Highwaymen 9)
Date: 23 Oct 1999 20:21:27 EDT

Elves by nature are curious; and wood elves, such as Fuezzah, hold the deepest curousity of all the breeds. And it is no wonder, considering their size, dexterity, wit, and for some breeds, like Fuezzah's, elusive charm, and selfishness make very good tools for a thief. Not to mention, their ability to flee, hide, and create clever artifices for the use of thievery. And on this day, it was Fuezzah who took a wrong
turn, and looked toward these skills to make his living; for while practicing his majicks within the arena, a laughter rang clear through the quiet afternoon down in the basement. The serving lads were throwing jibes at him, one in particular that Fuezzah did not like: Wizards, they're all just weak Warlocks. Fuezzah steamed, and teleported outside. He looked around, shuffled his feet, and wondered. Perhaps he's wasting his time with all these
spells; I'll show them, and I'll get back at those snickering bar-maids. He stole into the arena, easily besting the stairs with little noise, having lived all his life in the harsh woods of the north having done a lot for his burglary skills. He peeks around the corner; a pair of tenders are speaking and joking, while one lad continues to wipe the tables. Fuezzah gets down low, twitches his nostrils, and turns the corner. In a flash, he is behind
the bar, the tiny elf making short work of the array of misplaced furniture. Quietly, he begins to empty some of the tip-boxes set on the counter. This done, he sneaks back out, snickering, having performed the burglary with the ease of an expert bandit.

((NAP))