And the Healer searched for the swords, and he started to grope, when he heard a small sound like the pulling of a trapdoor rope.
He turned around fast, and he saw not a tot, but a large angry baker, and the Healer knew he was caught.
The Healer had been caught by this Cutthroat Alley fence, Who'd gone to his roof because he was feeling sort of tense.
The fence stared at the Healer and said, “Why”, “Why are you on my &%@#* roof? WHY?”
But, you know, that soon-to-be larcenist was so smart and so slick He thought up a lie, and he thought it up quick! “Why, my sweet little baker,” the watery priest lied, I was drinking all night, went flying and landed here after my ride.“ “So if you'd give me a moment and leave me, my dear.” “I'll be off your roof in an instant. Then I'll be gone from here.”
And (we hope) his fib fools the baker. And he doesn't get stabbed.
Else we be back ricshawing to the Swords Abby with another bloody load, -
Hoping to meet with the archbishop before JaQeb goes cold.