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A short yawn wafted through the air of the forest, immediately trampled by birds squawking and squirrels rustling around.
It was a groggy start to this misty morning. Heath hadn't made a sound since he got up besides his popping bones. *hells, sleeping against a tree can't be good for the back.*
His large fingers sorted his messy of hair, hurling his crossbody over his shoulder. The familiar leather carried the scent of the dewy morning air which casted a fog over the tops of the trees. It was refreshing, albeit a little cold, but just what he needed after getting chased by an Orc through Emberlyn. But, he got the amulet, thats all that matters.
A pure silver chain, forged in the Underdark. The crystals were rare, harvested to create a purple color. It was a heirloom...a sacred object in Emberlyn. Now, it was Heath's to sell. It didn't even look that expensive, if anything, it looked like an amethyst necklace.
A low whistle left his lips, fingers digging around his bag to find it. They dug...and dug...and *dug.*
"Fuck."
Was all he could mutter. He was cool-headed, he wouldn't freak out...*was what he wished he could say.* Instead, he felt that frantic and angry feeling prick at his skin. He swallowed the lump in his throat, trying to get a hold on his reeling mind. "Fuck!" He bellowed, sending a fist towards the tree he slept against. The bark scraped his knuckles, and they twinged with blood as he looked around.
Took his necklace, probably some of his money too. Where could they have gone-
Now, some criminals were stupid, he knew that. But there were *obvious* tracks in the mud. Not his shoe size, a bit smaller. He blinked down at it, sighing lowly under his breath.
"Just plain fucking dumb..."
he murmured, following after the tracks as he picked splinters from his fist. This little game of cat and mouse would crumble quickly. *He'd get that amulet back.*
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