Part 329: Sully B

Hey, Chuckles. I've been looking for you.

Hello, Sully. Slap anyone upside the head lately?

Not yet, but the day is still young. So, um, I found my missing jewel. It turned up in a magpie's nest. Stupid thing must have flown into my tent and taken the first shiny bit it saw.

Well, I'm glad that case is all tied up with a big bow.

So, listen. I owe you an apology. I left the tent flap open after all. And the first thing I did was come looking for you. Anyway... sorry.

All water under the bridge. And, uh... Well, maybe I was wrong to take umbrage at your questions. I mean, I AM a thief. Taking things is kind of in the job description.

I've always prided myself on judging people fairly and without prejudice. But as soon as I saw my gem was missing, you were the first person I thought of.

Well, it's not like Chrom or Lissa would be ransacking your things, now is it? Suspicion and a lack of honor are just all part of the thieving game.

"Honor is of the body; hone the body, and honor shall grow strong."

I'm sorry, what was that?

It's a portion of the knight's code. The one I strive to follow every day. Basically, if you work your butt off, you can train both body and honor.

So if your worried about honor, don't be. I'll train the shiftiness right out of you.

I don't know. Exercise is more of a knight thing. We thieves need our downtime.

You'll have plenty of downtime in the grave, Chuckles. We start tomorrow. At dawn. In the training yard. Oh, and maybe bring a bucket or something to puke in.

Oh dear.