Moonbeams bathed the city streets with a silver light as Pick aimlessly wandered the streets. He made mental maps as he went. This place was still new to him, and he wanted to know every nook and cranny of it. He broke in and out of houses. Never taking anything except for the most interesting stuff. He'd place those in his bag as trophies of how well he's done. Though he avoided alleys for now as he wasn't looking for trouble quite yet. At least, not too much. Eventually he ended up on the steps of what he assumed was an important building. It was big, ornate, and had plenty of things to steal by the looks of it. This was indeed a beautiful place, and Pick was going to steal as much as he could from it. Just to see if he could.

He leafed through his spellbook. He still hadn't mastered any spells from it, but he knew his way around some of them. The door was locked. That wasn't a problem for him, but he wanted to try his unlock spell. He needed to get some practice in. How else was he going to be the best thief ever? He had a reputation to build.

he closed his spellbook, stood up, rolled his shoulders back and cast the spell. The door knob glowed slightly  and then dimmed. Pick tried the handle and it moved ready to let him in.

"Here we go." He said with a grin.

A sound noises from behind young Pippins' door, causing his his pointy ears his pointy little ears to wiggle ever so curiously. What was that sound, and who had made it. Pippins' big bright blue eyes widened ever so wonderously, as he stood up slowly and approached the door with caution. See young Pippins' had also broken into the home that he were currently resting in, and he feared the owners had returned. With an outstretched hand Pippins grab the knob, and then with a deep breath slowly twisted the knob."Oh please be the milk man, which will be kind of idiotic to hope for…seeing it's way past dawn. Aw shut up and just open the door already you scardy cat." Muttered Pippins to himself with a hushed and shaky tone, as he shut his eyes and held the knob tightly. "1…2…3! Sorry for breaking into your place sir!" Without the slightest warning Pippins broke out into a galloping sprint, trying his very best to escape the man who he believed to be the owner of the house he had broken in. But he only got so far, before slipping over a rock and face planting in a puddle of icky mud. A low and painful groan escaped young Pippins lips, muffled greatly by the mud he were still lying in.

Pick couldn't help but chuckle as he crouched down beside the face down halfling. Whoever this stranger was he thought Pick was the owner of the house. Why disappoint him? Picktook out his spellbook momentarily, and quickly leafed over to the "incognito spell" he used it to change his physical appearance to that of a nobleman he stole from once. He then said with a smile, "What are you doing here?!" He asksd in his best imitation of an angry nobleman, but he couldn't hold it and instead started laughing in hushed tones as the illusion broke.