Ch. II: The Road
I'm not a person to stay at home all my life. Therefore, I left at my only oppurtunity, when I was old enough to fend for myself and my parents old enough to do the same, without me.
Therefore, at twelve, I left my home with a haversack full of hardened, sustaining, good bread and two water canteens over my shoulder, and I began to look for the road. Now, normally, people have no problems finding a road, but where I lived there were none. I made my way to a house we'd stolen from before, and I found the beginning--or the end, who's to say?--of a trail which led the right way. I needed to go northeast from where I was, so I knew the sun had to be between my left side and directly behind. The trail, if it could be called that, was merely a conglomeration of dirt and rough rocks in a continuous line. My feet were not hurt because of my claws and tough fur and pads, and from walking barefoot all my life.
For the first few nights, I had no difficulties. It was summer, and the air was warm enough in the night that all I needed was what I had--trousers. I slept on the side of the road, for I was not too confident in myself, and had considered the notion that I could lose my way.
But I had left home at the end of summer, and the seasons would quickly lapse into fall. It would get cold soon, though snow would be longer in coming, and my pants wouldn't be enough for much longer. I knew also that my food supply was starting to dwindle, and as the days went on, it would be harder and harder to get food. I would have to make a steal...
As I got out of the far-off area I had lived in, traders and their carts, laden with goods, came by me at roughly medium intervals. I figured they must've been hurrying to sell their goods before the snow impeded the roads and their way. Without hesitation, I sized up the first one I saw.
Alas, it was not to be, for it was the cart of a merchant with jewelry, and other finery, from foreign countries. Once I found that out, the thought af stealing from him fled from my mind. However, it did not take much longer to find a merchant with a load of clothes. I leapt on the back of the wagon, and stole the first article I could find in a quick scan which could keep me warm in the looming conditions. It was a gray-blue, dark, hooded, knee-length cape, which I bundled in my arms and jumped off the cart with. It was not a fine piece, so I didn't feel I'd stolen something which would do more than annoy the merchant, but it was warm. I walked a bit more, went off the side of the road, and put it on.
Then, food was the question on my mind. I could only bring myself to steal a limited amount of fruit and such, for it would be harder for averyone to get food as the months went on. I went on half rations, and continued towards my destination.

Ch. III: A Theft for a Theft
Days turned into months, and with months the season of autumn would soon pass me by--I was dog-tired, but I quickened my pace to get off the road by winter. If I was caught in the snow, I would not last long for the world. My stomach ached every day from the meager, though sufficient, amount of food I ate, but I tried to make light of the situation as best I could, despite reality. I must maintain hope. I told myselft that, once the snow came, I could hunt, and chill the meat I caught with the snow, and could have plenty of drink to go with.
One night, I lay curledup in a ball under the warm wing of my cape, with the fire beside me spewing warmth and light. My eyes became droopy, and I drifted off between sleep and consciousness.They took me by surprise; a group of three bandits, spying an oppurtunity they daren't pass up. They bound my hands and feet in tough, thick rope, and stole my rucksack for their own use. I sat, watching them do their evil deed, silent as night, while I was helpless to resist, no matter how I squirmed. Then, once they finished searching for anything else, they built up the fire, and became rowdy, raucous, loud, as if they were immersed in drunken stupor. They drank from my supply, and ate my food, and I could only watch...
However, it was not all lost. I have a long, sleek tail with an arrowhead at the end, and one side of this arrowhead is elongated--not to mention that the arrowhead itself is sharp like a blade. I wormed my tail around and managed to get the long side of the arrowhead between my hands and the rope. I pulled down my tail, slicing the bonds. With my hands free, it would be a joke to escape.
And escape I did, but I did not alltogether leave them. I followed them for days (they were intelligent enough to realize that they should head back to the city, since winter's coming was on the wind) and waited for my chance. On the fourth night, it came. The trio were sleeping like rocks, and each was snoring. I put earth over the fire to extinguish it without the amount of smoke water would cause. I didn't want to waste water, and the smoke could wake the bandits. However, I left embers underneath, because if not for them it would become cool again, and the cold would wake them. Shadows surrounded me from the absense of flame's light, and I stole my food back. I took my rucksack back, and then some--after all, hadn't they eaten my food?--taking some of their food, and a dagger carelessly left with it. After this encounter, I felt it wasn't a bad idea... It was the first time I had ever stolen without necessity. I had believed it would be the last... But I felt it was only fair. A theft for a theft, justice is served, and the bandits still snore.

Ch. IV: The Gates
With the food I'd gained from the bandits, I was able to gradually return to normal rations for the rest of my journey--and I was indeed in the home stretch. The road was not much longer now; soon, I would be in the heart of Meridell. I hastened my pace out of eagerness, and anticipation. I wanted as much distance between myself and the bandits, in case they figured events out. I felt that winter's snow was on my heels, as well.
I lifted my head to the sky, taking a deep breath in my ridged nostrils. I smelt the unmistakable scent of rain, but by the time it came down it would be cold, and it would be snow. But the gate was mere footsteps away now, though a great many of them, and the castle-city was large in my eyes. But night was falling... I could already smell the sickeningly sweet aroma-stench of the city. I would not be able to make it by night, and I didn't know if it would snow or not.. I needed to get in. There was no was around it.
I looked over my shoulder, and saw a Gelert lord running up the road, probably having the same thoughts as me. However, he'd be able to get in, since he looked noble and must live in the city.
An idea began to formulate itself in my head, and I gripped on to it. When the Gelert came closer, I "stumbled", ended up turning into his path, and we collided. "Sorry!" I called, knocking his coin purse off his belt, letting it fall to the ground unnoticed. He paid no heed to my apology and kept running. I stood for a moment, the child sorry for his acident, and then bent down and grabbed the coin purse. "Sir! Sir! Your coins!" I began running after.
Of course, the gate was closed. I knew it would be. After all, that was the whole point of this stunt. I pleaded with the guard. "Please, mister guard, sir, please open the gate for me! I tripped, an' the gentleman an' I met, an' 'is gold fell behind 'im... Please, let me return this to 'im!
The gaurd, as it turned out, was a young, kind-hearted man, and let me go. I did not manage to give the money back to the Gelert that night..

Ch. V: Inside the City
...but I did manage to return it the next day(yes, I did mean to return it), which was market day. This came as a surprise to me, but a pleasant one, for the bustling crowd allowed me to fetch many assorted essentials: fruits, a strap of leather which I tied the dagger to my waist with, bread, et cetera.
The whole time, however, I had the unnerving sense that somebody was watching me, felt someone's gaze constantly upon my back. This is a problem for a thief, who wants no one to see the work done. I wouldn't shake it off, even if I could, for it was too real. Whenever I looked behind and around and in any blind spots, though, no one was there...
I did, however, find the man whose coin purse had gotten me in the castle, and gladly returned it--someone was watching me much more intensely, now. Frustrated, and determined to find my hunter, I retreated from the crowd and into the side alley, where I sat to think for a while..and watch, and search.
Hey, kid!" I jumped up and went into action, my tail lashing out. I knew the blade caught the somebody in the leg, but only ripped clothes, not skin. I hadn't thought about the dagger I'd stolen from the bandits before, and drew it out now. I probably didn't need it, and I was much better with my tail, but better safe than sorry. Or, rather, better alive than dead. Get back! I demanded, my tail still poised for action.
Whoa, whoa, hold it ther. Relax, kid, I'm not out to kill you. That's a right nasty tail... please, put it down, relax." Relax?! I thought to myslef. You just jumped me in a dark alley! You could've easily killed me! He began to speak again. "Kid, you stole a bunch of goods in the market..." I was getting tired of being called "kid," but this guy could be some type of law enforecement. I was in trouble... "..you're good. You swiped a lot, quickly, unnoticed." I knew he was a thief now, but.. Unnoticed, save by you, I thought.
But there's a problem. We don't like little waifs like yerself running around the streets and stealing stuff--without us. I can't believe you gave that nobleman his wallet back! Ah well, you'll learn soon enough. We'll teach you the city.
I hesitated a moment, and then inquired: "'We'?
He smiled. "The thieves guild.

ch.VI: The Thieves Guild
Come with me.
At that, I wasn't sure what to say. First of all, I had no idea who this was, except for the not-a-bit-encouraging facts that he'd been watching me the whole time, and then approached me in an alley. Sounds slightly creepy, don't you think? I was loathe to trust him. However, he was the first, outside my family, to regard me for my skills instead of my position. Not that I'd met many people. If he'd wanted to kill me, I'd be dead already. And it didn't sound like I had much of a choice. "We don't like little waifs like yerself running around the streets and stealing stuff--without us," he'd said. And what if those banidts from earlier were connected to this "thieves guild"? My thoughts laid out in my mind, I knew I hadn't a choice, really. Finally, I responded to him.
Sir. I followed him, proceeding deeper into the back alleys of Meridell. I was losing my bearings, too, although I was trying hard to kepp my sense of where I was going, in case I had to go back. I increasingly felt a pall hanging over me, a dark sheet of cluelesseness. I felt as if I was descending into a labyrinth, without hope of escape. I seriously doubted my decision to follow this guy, but it was too late now.
Suddenly he stopped, and it was all I could do to avoid running into him. He stomped a pattern with his foot, waited, and stomped again. He waved to me, beckoning me follow, and went in to the cobblestone floor.
My eyes wide, I looked into the darkness he'd descended to. I stuck my hand out, and my palm hit something--strong wood. A ladder.
Come now, we din't have all day!" A now-familliar voice called to me from the darkness. I nodded to myself, and swung onto the ladder. The daylight from above started melting away, diminishing to a little light spot above me. I looked down, and was surprised to see orange-yellow torchlight. My feet were getting warmer.
I did not look behind me again until I was all the way down. At that point, I turned around and found a nice room of people, all staring at me. I daren't say anything, and just stared back. Luckily, the thief--as I had to presume he was--did the talking for me. Attention was shifted as he spoke with his comrades.
Finally, he came up to me. "All right, lad, you come with me. We'll get you set up, mm?" And once again, I followed him.

Ch.VII: Joining
He brought me to a side room, where a well-dressed rough Krawk leaned against the wall, sharpening his dagger. "What've we got here?" His voice was smooth, gutteral.
."A new lad from the streets." My 'guardian angel,' as it seemed he had become, spoke.
."What's his name?" Silence followed. "You didn't introduce yerself? Come now, Draft, that's not very polite." Draft grinned. An all too apropriate name, I recall thinking, as he drafted me for this guild.."Come now, chap, speak for yourself.
I nodded and spoke up, quietly. "I'm--
."Whoah!" Draft called out, and the Krawk shook his hand in a disapproving motion. He walked up to me, and flung his arm over my shoulder. "You never, EVER, tell some 'un your real name, got that?" I nodded, and he stepped back.
."So what do we call 'im?" Asked Draft.
."Eh..." The Krawk pondered, obviously sizing me up.
."Look at 'is tail, Soot Hand.
He did just that. I felt his gloved hand, cut off at the fingers, pick up my tail. The urge to resist welled up in me, but I swallowed it down. Get off my blade, my tail... He ran his finger on the flat surface of the arrowhead, then his finger touched the side.
His eyebrows raised, and he merely wiped his hand off on his clothes, ignoring the blood. Then, my right back claw caught his eye. "Daft, lookee here. This claw could snap your throat! Sever. Aye, that'll do--his tail almost severed my finger off. And I don't want to meet that.. talon in combat.
."Sever it is.
I stood there, waiting.
."All right, chap, welcome to the guild. I'm sure Draft's been taking mighty fine care of you so far--he can do so a bit longer. Now, out with you!" The last sentence was jesting, but commanding, as he threw up his arms to go with it. We left, and the other members looked at us curiously.
He's in. Sever's in." Draft said, and that was all it took for a small celebration of brotherly embraces, hand shakes, and congratulations to pour in to me.
Maybe this guild wasn't so bad after all.
Sever...

Ch. VIII: The Task
My days from then on were happy, to say the least. I robbed as I usually did, but among company.
It was only when I was charged with a task did I feel unsettled. I was to steal a large stock of... jewelry. I wanted to protest, but I couldn't. I just couldn't bring myself to. They were my family--I wanted to give them wealth.
But when it came time for my solo mission, I couldn't bring myself to it. I returned, empty-handed, and was shocked at what I came home to.
Leadership had been changed over. Soot Hand was, as it turns out, an incredibly old thief, and came down with fever. He held out five days, then fell to its wrath. We were all in shock.
Draft became leader. It felt strange that my best friend, as he had become, was leading all of us.
So, now thirteen years old, I approached my friend and leader.
I couldn't do it, Draft. I couldn't do it...
Draft was forgiving, for the most part. I was then trained by practically everyone, for they all thought I was a brother they had to teach.

Ch. IX: Descent
I actually learned to steal like a city thief. I stole wallets, I preyed on noblemen, I snatched jewelry. I had no mercy.
I learned the art of the dagger, and could assasinate somebody easily. It pains me to admit, but...I have killed in cold blood. I was changed, morphed, into a worse person, though my brothers thought it a better way.
In the night, I would lie on my bed, in our underground home, and I would doubt myself. I would remember my mother and father, and shame would overwhelm me, cruch me almost until I couldn't breathe.
Once I finally could sleep, I would dream. Every night, I had the same one--my father, sneaking into a house, stealing a gold chain. My mother would take it from him, go behind me to put it on me.. then it would become dark, and I knew the one behind me was no longer my mother. I would see a flash of gold below, on my neck, and then...I would feel the cold, cruel, greedy gold cut off my breath. And I would wake in a sweat.
One night, I got tired of it. I snatched a torch off the wall and, frowning, ascended the ladder to aboveground. My cape flowing around me, I walked the streets with no purpose, and founfd myself in an alley I had not yet seen... I realized my unfamiliarity too late. Someone jumped me from above. my tail was pinned down. I saw a glint of gold under my neck, and then the chain--the chain of gold and jewels--tightened... tightened.. my grip on my dagger fled as my hands pulled away at the metal, but I couldn't escape...
I became light-headed. I gasped for breath, only to find there was no air. I heard a satisfied chuckle from above me head, and gave a last struggle... I remembered the other half of the origin of my name. Painfully, I moved my right leg into a very uncomfortable position, but it was close to my attacker. I struck downwards. The chain fell, and my tail was free. I struck, blindly, then fell to the ground.
I didn't even look to see the damage I'd done. All I knew was that I could breathe. I collapsed on the ground, blessing the dirt and anything else that came to mind, gasping before taking in long, wonderful, seemingly intoxicating, breaths of oxygen.
Then I passed out.

Ch. X: Road to Redemption
The oxygen deprivation had been too much for me, but when I came back to consciousness, Draft was next to me pouring water all over my face. I was lying on my side, my arm pinned beneath me, and I began the laborious task of getting myself up. Draft tried to help me, but I refuse his offer. I must learn how to pick myself up... I said, mostly to myself.
I must learn how to pick myself up." But there was another way I had to pick myself up. I had descended, back to the rock bottom I had started at. Now, I had to walk back up the steps to middle ground. I had become a rogue, a barbarian, stealing without sense. Now, I must regain the teachings of my parents..
And that's just what I did.
We slung our arms over each others' shoulders, and he helped me hobble to the underground Home of the thieves guild. But that was only a half of the story...
I needed to gain myself back. That meant I had to leave Home--again. I bid farewell to all my brothers, especially Draft, and set out for the road once more. I didn't know that the road would be much longer than last time. I will not describe it in detail. I went by boat, then by foot, and now I must tell you, from that point, the sequence of events.

Ch. XI: Sand
At first, I was in high spirits when I took to the road again after a long voyage at sea. But the hot sun beat down on me, even with my layering short fur, and it was hot, so hot. My tongue was parched, my steps lagging and heavy. My world was sand. I had gone from an endless ocean to come to a sea of sand, with undulating waves of dunes. It couldn't be much farther now.. Could it? The evil eye of the sun bore down on me, into me, and I wondered if I could make it.
Gradually, a wind picked up. I was gleeful, and for a moment stood with sand between my bare, baking toes, and let the wind run through me. Then, I noticed sand hitting me like a thousand needles, and though I didn't know much about the desert, I knew I was in for trouble.
I went down to the bottom of the dune, so that the wind was blocked a bit, and prepared as well as I could with my cape and hood covering my face so I might be able to breathe. A sandstorm was coming.
I don't know how long it lasted. All I know is I was curled up in a ball, seemingly covered in an ever-moving mountain of sand. I was suffocating, just barely breathing. My throat burned, and I constantly felt like it was happening again, that the one who jumped me in the alley was back with his gold chain... And I knew I had to go on. But I sincerely doubted my survival. I knew, now, I wasn't ready for the desert. But it was too late now. too late. I would die in a heap of sand-crusted clothes, without a drop to drink nor a bite to eat, and without peace with myself. I could feel myself lapsing into despair, being pulled into a black pit of hopelessness.
I felt a pulling motion on my cape, though, and the pain of claw in flesh. I tried to fight back, but hadn't the strength to merely lift my tail. I let myself be taken. I was dragged over an edge, and then down a slope... It got cooler, and there was no sand hurtling after me. I could breath, I found, and immediately spat the fabric away from my mouth, coughing out sand. I could not see in the darkness, especially after being surrounded by so much light color, so I just lay there with my eyes open while being dragged.

Ch. XII: Underground
I stopped being moved. I coughed out a bit more sand, than rooled from my belly onto my back. I laid there staring at the ceiling of sand--everything was sand--for a while. I was underground, and it comforted me, for it felt like Home back at the thieves guild. A tranquility stole over me, but my reverie was broken when the head of a golden-yellow Lupe's head appeared in my vision, seeming upside-down to me. He was a strange looking fellow, even though I could only see his head. His eye were topped by fluid black lines, and beneath them he had an Ankh (as I would learn) mark on my right side, a five-pointed star on my left.
."Oh, so you are awake. Here, I'll help you sit up, and then we can move further in, where it's more comfortable." He seemed a nice enough Neopet, and I was derived of strength, so I complied. My claws and his paws made shifting sounds in the floor of sand, and it took more effort than it usually would to walk. But as we walked across the ever-moving floor, I heard an extra sound, the faint fluttering of wings. I turned 'round, and called out Who's there? I couldn't see whatever the source was, though.
."I thought it was yours." Ramlaya commented, turning around to face me. "It's been following you since you stepped on the first grain of sand, so I assumed... Ah, but you porbably didn't see her. She's the color of sand, so she blends in nicely.
But.. What is she?" I looked hard, squinting, and noticed an outline.
."She's a petpet, an Carmariller, though a strange one at that. Instead of four butterfly wings, she has four bat wings.
I blinked, taking this in, and then was alarmed. You said earlier that she's been following me since I stepped onto the first grain of sand.. How do you know? Have you been following me, as well? This was just weird. I was getting to think that people had a habit of jumping me in dark alleys and following me around-- first in Meridell, now the Lost Desert. How strange.
He smiled. "You don't put one foot on a single grain of desert sand without me knowing it's there."

Ch. XIII: Guardian of the Sands
."I am not a god nor a supernatural being. I am a Neopet, as you are. However, I am blessed by the desert gods. It is a long and complicated tale, especially for one who knows not the desert gods by name, so I won't bother with telling it. All you need to know is that, when I died, the gods allowed me to come back to life because of my honorable actions and my yearning to continue serving them. Now, I administer judgement, in their name, to anyone who walks on these sands. I am a sort of protector--the guardian of the sands. But come now, you must be tired. Sit, sit!" He smiled, gesturing. We had reached a larger, roomy area in the underground system. "Now, I know you acted wisely in your position to guard yourself from the sand storm, but I knew also that you would not last long. So, I burrowed to where you were and took you to the safety of the underground. It's part of my job. Another part is to guide them after they leave safety, so where are you headed?
I listened without response, merely awe, the entire time, and just now recuperated. Er... Nowhere in particular. I thought that, if I searched for it, redemption could be found... I worried, now. Would his strange desert gods have him to administer judgement on me? He probably knew all about the bad deeds I had done, and was trying to make up for. But he didn't seem phased. In fact, he seemed eager to help me in this.. quest. A quest to regain myself.
."That's the spirit, kid!" I Immediately forgave him for calling me 'kid,' though. "However, there's a problem with wandering around these parts. And I can't be there to save you for every sandstorm." He winked. "If you're looking for 'redemption,' though, you'd best go to the lifeline of the Lost Desert, Sakhmet City." At this, he told me a clear list of diretions. I felt I couldn't get lost with this guiding me.
Suddenly, I felt an extra weight on my left shoulder and looked over to see the cause.. "I jumped, a tad. On my shoulder was the Carmariller I told you about before. She made a cooing noise.
Looks like she's going to tebea--
Tebea'? I asked, confused.
He blinked, not understanding, then realized. "I'm sorry, I sometimes lapse into the old desert language. 'Tebea' means 'follow.
Tebea.." I said, trying the word on my tongue. It's a good name for her. I mean, I might as well giver her a name if she's going to keep on following me... And so Tebea and I left the underground desert when Ramlaya, Guardian of the Sands, said the storm had faded. To Sakhmet!

Ch. XIV: The Lifeline of the Desert
With the guidance of Ramlaya, Tebea and I made quick time to the city of Sakhmet, vein of life for the parched desert. In the bustling crowd, I lost Tebea--she fluttered off my shoulder, and I couldn't see her. I ran all over the main street, but didn't go off it for fear of losing my way. WIth a sigh, I sat down and watched the myriad of Neopets in the city. Traders from everywhere set up stands, but my eyes were on one from Faerieland, with stunning jewelry shining like the sun and white like clouds, and just as light as them too. I well nigh hit myself once I realized what my greedy eye stared at, and I turned away. I looked only upon a local trader's fruit stall.
I snatched a Tchea fruit from him, eating it immediately. I felt an extra weight on my shoulder again, and smiled before I turned my head to see Tebea-- but I immediately shriveled up. If Tebea was with any thief other than me, they'd be ecstatic-- she had stolen a strand from the Faerieland No, no, NO! No, Tebea! you never EVER steal something like this! It's a greedy selfless, horrible act and I will not tolerate it! Now, you come with me and we're going to apologize to that merchant right now! Her tail drooped and she let out two tiny, feeble squeaks, but she took it well and waited.
We reached the merchant, and I took her off my shoulder and plopped her on the table. My Petpet has something to say. I said, explaining, to the merchant, then turned to Tebea and asked:Right, Tebea?" With her wings drooping, her tail and feet dragging, she took the necklace in her hands and held it out to the shopkeeper. He smiled, took it, and pet her on the head. "What a good little one she is! Oh, and so adorable! Here, good girl, you take this as a gift for your honesty." My arms were crossed, but I was smiling. Tebea looked back at me with wide eyes, and I nodded my head. She beamed, and the shopkeeper gave her a shining silver coin.
."All right, now, you two run along." Tebea jumped onto my shoulder again. I waved a good-bye, and we began to walk off. See? When you're honest, it pays off. You never, ever steal valuables, okay? Tebea nodded purposely, and when I nuzzled the top of her head, cooed.
I felt a weight lifted from my heart, though. I had changed the ways of a greedy thief, and that gave me a bit better feel about myself.

Ch. XV: Redemption Comes
But it wasn't enough.
I wandered the streets, and at the stall next to me I saw a yellow lupe, in short and tattered clothes, run up and steal food. As he turned 'round to flee, we met eyes, both stopping in our tracks. I turned my eyes to his arm, and saw a black mark in the shape of a beetle, a scarab. The mark rang a bell-- I had heard of the Desert Scarabs before. I ran after him.
He dashed through backalleys, in narrow rows of houses, trying to lose me. I might've lost him, but Tebea had taken wing and followed him, telling me where to turn by signaling with her tail from above. She was determined to prove herself, I think.
My breath short, we came to the end. An old, wooden door shut before me, and I heard a light clicking noise. I grinned. I was adept at working locks. It took me very little time to open the door, and I stepped in apprehensively..
It reminded me of the time I first saw the Meridell thieves guild. Except, this time, I wasn't defenselessly following someone to the door. Everyone stared at me, and I stared back. Nobody broke the silence.
I felt an absence of weight on my shoulder, and I saw Tebea fly slowly over to the one we'd chased here. She hovered a foot from his face, and held out the silver coin as a gift. I had feared for her, but now knew her purpose. I smiled, proud. The Lupe took it slowly, disbelievingly, then jumped for joy. Tebea flitted around the room exuberantly as the crowd gethered around the little thief, completely forgetting me. Finally, Tebea came back, and the crowd disintegrated. The Lupe came to us.
Thank you, mister Draik." He said shyly, while one of the older members--also with the scarab mark--watched us. "But the Desert Scarabs don't steal coins or jewelry or anythin', so I havta give this back to ya.
I shook my head. No, it was a gift. You keep it.
I'll never steal a single coin in my life!" He exclaimed, then bounced away with glee. His senior came up to me.
."How would you like it to be a gift from a member to a member?" He asked, and put an arm over my shoulder, leading me in.

The rest, I will not bother to tell. I live with the Desert Scarabs for most of the year now, though I journey back to Meridell to see my parents and my old brothers in the thieves guild there.every now and then Ramlaya takes me in when I journey back and forth between homes, which is always pleasant. But the best thing is when I tutor new Scarab members on how to steal, and what. There is honor amoug thieves-- You just have to look to find it.

Out here in the fields
I fought for my meals
I get my back into my living
I don't need to fight
To prove I'm right
I don't need to be forgiven

Don't cry
Don't raise your eye
It's only teenage wasteland

Sally ,take my hand
We'll travel south crossland
Put out the fire
Don't look past my shoulder
The exodus is here
The happy ones are near
So let's get together
Before we get much older

Teenage wasteland
It's only teenage wasteland
Teenage wasteland
Oh..yeah
Teenage wasteland
They're all wasted
Teenage wasteland, The Who.

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