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Zane laughed softly, "You just did, but you can ask whatever you like." He took a bite of his fruit and smiled at Tillie, the glow from the fire casting some very beautiful shadows across her face.

Zane's face almost immediately changed from a smile to a darker expression, he looked into the fire and held his fruit loosely. "My parents died when I was about five, I began roaming the streets, scavenging and begging for food. I would sometimes steal to live." He laughed softly, a slight dark tinge in his echo-less laugh, "Then one day I picked the wrong pocket, I was caught by the man I had picked from. I was sure that I was going to loose my hand, but the man let go of my hand and knelt before me and said, "I have seen what you have been doing here young one, if you do not wish to be caught by someone that will not spare you, then come with me. I have somewhere you can learn to improve your ways of the shadow.'" Zane shrugged and glanced at Tillie, "So I went with him and he taught me almost everything I know about being a thief. He was the grandmaster of a thief's guild, and a was the nonofficial grandmaster's shadow. When he died, only a few years ago, I quietly slipped away from the guild, and have been on my own ever sense." He smiled at Tillie softly, "Well, until now."

Zane laughed softly, "It wasn't so hard, I spent most of my time in an orphanage, they kept me alive but the food was terrible. I used what I picked to line the coiffures to help pay for better food."

Zane laughed slightly, "Well I could tell you of a time that I lived above a tavern..."

Zane shrugged "Well I had made an agreement with the owner to let me use one of the rooms long term. It was more of a bar then a restaurant. Anyway, would you like to hear the story, I was a bit mischievous when i was younger."

Zane closed his eyes as he remembered the details, "All right, I was living above the front door of this tavern, and at times a single person, drunk out of his mind, would stand outside, I'm guessing to clear his head, anyway, I would make some sounds like someone was fighting, then throw a stuffed dummy out the window. I had it set up so that it had a rope attaching it's head to the rest of it, and from it's body back to my room. The person would panic and run inside, then I pulled the dummy back up to my room and watch what happened. It usually ended with the drunk man going home. After awhile, I started hearing a rumor around town that the tavern was haunted, and more people started showing up to see the phantom fighters, as they had come to be known. I stopped after people were taking turns standing outside, keeping watch."

Zane laughed aloud, trying not to laugh too hard, "No Tillie, it means that the person has drank so much that they can't think right, their mind doesn't actually fall out."

Zane smiled warmly down at Tillie and pushed a few strands of hair out of her face, "Lets go to sleep then." He stood up careful to not let her drop to the ground and put out the fire by scooping dirt onto it, then helped Tillie to the blanket, "You're sure you don't mind sharing this with me? I could sleep without if you want..."