Beggar and Thief: part 1

      I used to.spend hours each day observing the daily routines of all the townsfolk, staking out my next little heist. I would slip into their homes, either when they were not home, or sound asleep, and take anything of value. At first, I would simply take their silverware, and other small items, pawning them off to earn enough coin to pay for drinks at the local tavern, listening to all the local gossip, and buy a daily meal and a place to sleep.

     For awhile, I was content with this, but soon my desire for something more led me to seek out bigger scores, which, of course, led to more risk. This worked out very well for me for the next few weeks, I was enjoying the finest food and drink, and bedding a different wench each night, no more cheap ale and sleazy barmaids for me. I still managed to save up a very respectable amount of coin, almost enough for me to purchase myself a very nice manor situated right in the center of town.

I had dreamt of owning that place since I had moved here several years ago from a small fishing village nearby in which I had spent my childhood. My father, and many generations before him were
simple fishermen by trade, so he of course,          expected me to carry on the family tradition. But I   had no intention of taking up such a lonely, monotonous, and often dangerous lifestyle, as I had always felt there was something more for me.

So, the night of my seventeenth birthday, I quietly packed up my belongings, and set out for the nearest town a few miles away. I turned my back everyone and everything I knew and loved that night, witho