#brigund

( the biggest mood,, )

( you could multimuse �������� )

(�� who's in position 1?)

Smiling softly, he brushed his chin with his rough, dry hands in thought. “Well, you know, I was a studious child… occasionally I remember… the other children generally left me be, but one little girl loathed me, and I do not remember quite why. Whether she was jealous or she found me terribly dull… I cannot say.

“I do remember there was a little cupboard at the church… we children would sometimes attend a class and receive some bread and water, when our parents could not provide. And in that little room, there was a little cupboard with a bolt that stuck. I remember the red-headed minx of a girl hid my cap and I knew Mother would be most upset if I lost it, for it had been given to me that past Christmas and it had been rather expensive. I searched all over that room and had to get on my hands and knees to get inside that cupboard… and the vixen kicked me so hard I bolted forward - there was a sizeable bruise on my rump for three weeks!

“When she shut the door on me the lock stuck… it was an entire night before anyone thought to look for me… at least the rat which lived there did not nibble on me; just slept peaceably at my side…”

“I’ll make you pay if anything goes missing.” He laughs, as he lifts his arm, lifting the brigand slightly from the floor.