Gherrick halted in his tracks the moment a strong woman approached, pointing a sword right at him. Ah, a sword at an un-armed man (though currently his only weapon in tow was his bostaff that was strapped across his back)
He raised his brows at her question and gave a shrug.
"I stole it from the man back there in the carriage," he replied, honestly as he jerked a thumb to point in their opposing direction. "You can even ask him. I left him there in the carriage. Tied up like a pig. Though, you might want to take the apple out of his mouth before you question him," Gherrick suggested. "I mean, it is rather rude to talk with food in your mouth, but I don't recall seeing that man ever use manners." He gave a quirky grin and bowed before her, adjusting his crown when it almost fell off his head in the process.
"But I don't believe we've been properly introduced," he stared at her sword, then up at her. "It comes off as bad manners that I met your sword first, rather than your name. But you can call me Gherrick if you liked. And," he added, showing his hands that were currently empty. "I'm unarmed, so it looks like you got me." Though his smile never left his face, or eyes as he looked at her, hardly looking like a condemned man or a mouse caught inside a trap. Infact, he looked rather pleased with himself.
"Oh, and by the way, I have to ask your opinion," he started, then gave a point to the crown. "Does this crown make me look fat? I mean, gold kind of matches the embroidery, don't you think? So at least I know I've got the same color scheme."
His long-winded, 'small-talk' afforded him to conduct a few manuevers of slight of hand, and before she would know it, an apple was tossed into the air, spinning between them for a brief moment as Gherrick exclaimed, "Oh my god, LOOK, it's an apple!"
Before tipping his crown towards her and bowing away, using the approach of a nearby group of children who came runnign downt he street to play (despite the warning pleas of the lady who was apparently their care taker (and not doing too good a job of it)).
Gherrick laughed as he wove his way through the children, pausing when he nearly tripped over one as he slowed and held onto the boy so he wouldn't fall.
"Sorry about that!" he said, and noticed the boy was about to cry as a pout trembled across his lips. "Hey, cheer up. The other kids haven't gotten too far." and with another quick motion, he produced another apple and handed it to him. "Here you go," he polished it on the blue silk of his sleeve. "Nice and shiny. ready to eat!" the child was elated as he beamed at the man, but just as quickly, Gherrick waved him off and went to run, the man only found himself plowing right into the fate lady who was caretaking the kids.
"I say!" the woman shouted, as she nearly fell over from the collision. That's when the woman spotted Beatrid and waved her over. "He's over here! He's over here!" Cringing, Gherrick tried to slip away, but the fat woman kept blocking his path.
"Look, if you'll just let me through..." Gherrick began, bouncing back and forth, but the fat woman was quite agile, and kept cutting him off every time he moved.
"OVer here! Over here!" the woman shouted again, while Gherrick turned to glance over his shoulder, knowing his pursuer couldn't be far off.
"You'll not be going anywhere! IT's the jail house for you, criminal!" the fat mistress stated proudly. "We've got you surrounded."
Gherrick couldn't help but smile but realize, he was, infact surrounded, and slipped his bostaff off his back.
"Yeah, I guess there's no way to go but up," he admitted, sheepishly scratching the tip of his nose.
"Up?" the woman questioned the preposterous idea, and found herself gaping in wide mouthed aw as Gherrick charged right towards Beatrid, still wearing a playful smile and the crown as he neared her, but a moment later, thrust his staff into the ground and catapulted himself into the air, where he sailed way over Beatrid's head and landed with a noise upon a nearby roof top.
Landing with a crouch, Gherrick adjusted the crown and gave a smirk as he still wore it. It was a silly thing to run with the crown, especially since it was too big for his head, but he figured it would make for an interesting story.
Turning around, he grinned down at the street to where he left Beatrid, the old, fat lady and the kids, who were all shouting excitedly as they pointed up to where Gherrick stood upon the roof top.
"Looky! Up there!"
"A man up on the roof!"
Gherrick grinned at Beatrid, even waved at her, but the commotion he caused (not to mention the length of time he wasted producing such a lavish scene) had already caught the attention of some nearby guards who also pointed up at him.
"There he is!" one shouted angrily. "Ready your arrows men and take aim!"
It was only then Gherrick's face fell at the realization they were going to use arrows.
"Ok, now I'm in trouble," Gherrick said as he held fast onto the crown and his bow staff and dashed across the roof top, arrows sailing through the air and tinkering behind him as they hit off the shingles. "Good Gods, I need to run faster," he said, panting and nearly tripping over a loose shingle as he dashed to the end of the roof top and jumped, arms flailing as he landed heavily onto a more angular rooftop nearby. He nearly slipped and lost his footing, but quickly regained his balance as he ran across the shingles, his boots making them clatter as he ran.
"Don't let him get away!" the men hollered, and were quick to pursue.
"No, I think you should let him get away," Gherrick commented to himself, before leaping to another roof top, then another, before pausing as he caught his breath and wiped his sweaty, mop-like hair out of his face as he peered over his shoulder, listening to the sounds of the men who were now two streets over.
Grinning, he continued to roof jump until he landed upon a thatch roof, which thankfully made no noise as he stealthy moved across it, only to swiftly find himself becoming swallowed within it as he fell through a lose hole that had been forming in the middle since the winter- and came crashing into the stable below.
Gherrick lay upon his back, winded, as he stared up at the hole he had made as straw rained down upon him. Thankfully he had landed upon a pile of hay inside the stable as he looked over towards a nearby horse who grew restless and began making a commotion when Gherrick had made his theatrical entrance through the ceiling.
"Hey, hey, calm down girl," Gherrick said, trying to calm the horse down in hopes to keep the pursuers off his trail. Hopefully, no body saw him fall, but when he heard commotion out of the street, he muttered something under his breath and dove into the hay stack. At least the horse was calmer.
Getting himself situated, he peeked outside, then noticed the crown. Reaching a hand out, he snatched it and returned to nestling himself, deeper and deeper inside the tall stack of hay and bided his time, holding his breath-
and just waited.