Lomendil glanced around and prepared to start across, hesitated and glanced around again:

Go ahead and follow in a minute.

He dashed across the yard as quickly as he could and then hugged the walls of the mansion. He waited there for Norston to follow before starting to skirt the house.

Norston, after waiting just long enough to see if Lomendil getting closer to the house would cause a commotion. Then he made his way closer to the house along the same paths Lomendil was taking. His eyes tried to see in any window possible, but given his Dwarven stature, the chance of his eyes seeing anything other than curtains or maybe a ceiling within a room was certainly not high.

The windows you look in are indeed covered by curtains. As you move to the back of the house, you hear voices.

Lomendil cautiously skirted the house and strained to hear what the voices were saying. He did not want to be seen, but neither did he wish to miss this chance to eavesdrop. He moved in the direction of the voices as carefully as possible while keeping his eye on the house for any means of entrance or being seen.

You hear the following,luckily they are distracted so they don't notice you "And you have the list?" "Yes sir, Mr. Gunther." "Good, then it shouldn't take you more than an hour to get everything sent back. Remember to have them send the bill to Mr. Merakesh. Now off you go and no lollygagging."

In a whisper the dwarf said to the elf, "Shopping? Selling? Either way can say at least two here,"

Lomendil quickly backed up and sent a message to the dwarf: I have an idea. Follow the one with the list, wear masks and steal it.

He promptly removed a mask from his pack and put it on.

Mask? You haven't seen mine. Better I just stuff my face down my shirt. Norston thought back thinking of the mask he'd use to hide his face when doing his work up close and personal. Either way I got him. Norston started on his way to tailing Mr. Gunther's errand boy.

Lomendil then followed Norston while masked and set out to follow the courier as well. As soon as the courier was in an isolated location, he intended to go for the list.

Moving as quietly as his stout frame would allow Norston waited for an oppertunity as well, but he was not certain who was making the grab for the list. Giving Lomendil a look with a tilted head, it was as if he was asking Well?

Lomendil fiddled in his pocket and Norston heard a familiar voice in his head:

I was planning to try and pickpocket it but if that fails, simply knock him out, hence the mask. Your thoughts?

He continued to follow as quietly as he could while waiting for Norston's response and a somewhat isolated point at least some distance away from the second man.

Stealth Check8

I could distract him while you go for it. Been working on my fake voices. Norston thought using the current link between them. Either way he intended to keep his momentum going to keep up with the longlegs in front of him.

I'm currently in the hospital so the game is on hold for now

give me a day to catch up with everything i missed u,r i just got home now.

How long is he going to look at that? Norston thought noticing how focused this errand runner was intent on looking at the list. It wasn't like the man would avoid not noticing it missing if it left his possesion. He let a low grunt form in his throat.

Distraction. He thought giving Lomendil a look as if saying let's do this my way.

The man puts the list away in his front pocket of his coat.

[spoilers=ooc] feeling a bit better[/s]

Go ahead, better idea than mine. You distract or me?

Lomendil moved up a little closer ready to play either role in the expected drama. He realized with his mask, any glance at him would show they were up to no good so it was probably a good thing the man was absorbed in the list.

Lowering his shirt to normal he sent this word back. Me. He walked up to the errand runner, grabbing a coin from his pouch and when close enough decided to give a go at a little game to distract the man. Norston went with "tripping" over the man's leg while holding the coin with two hands, crying out in shock, and saying as it flew from his hands, "Me pap's lucky bit!"