Humans, Zenidine thought, were very stupid creatures. He peered at the bed where his victem lay sleeping. Stupid, but they had shiney things that Zenidine liked, so he supposed they weren't all bad... when he was robbing them, anyway. He opened the jewlary box he had found, picking through it to find the best pieces. It was then he was found out by his victem's wife, apparently back from checking on the children.
"THIEF!!" She shrieked, not only hurting Zenidine's ears, but waking her stupid fat oaf of a husband, too!
'Bugger.' He thought before dumping the jewlary box and all it's contents into the sack he carried and ran at the wall, willing himself to go through it, as he had done so many times before. Once outside, he realized his error: The room was on the second floor, and the wall he ran through faced the street.
Zendine crashed to the ground, though something, or rather, someone had broken his fall. 'Well, that was both lucky and convientant.' he though to himself. 'And painful.'
