He didn't mean to get caught. Well, usually he never GOT caught considering that he was the God of Thieves. But upon turning a corner, Hermes released a loud yelp at the sight of the Ellon, dropping his little knapsack && scattering all of the jewels and ancient heirlooms on the floor. "...Oops."
Lindir walked out into the hallway from his rooms. His hair was unbraided and combed thoroughly, and he wore only a thin pair of trousers, because he was ready to sleep. He held in his hands an empty jug, and he had been on his way to take it down to the kitchens and retrieve fresh, cold water. He froze, entirely unsure what the appropriate course of action was in this situation.














