(Notice: The first person who post any stupid, immature, irrelevant stuff in this thread will be strangled slowly and then become the object of a rant on the discussion board. Thank you. Btw, this does not take place in the SW universe.)


Thomas looked up at the busy marketplace. He sat hidden among a few barrels in a dark corner of the dusty square. He regarded the old man who had came to the small village a few weeks ago. There was something about how this man behaived, something Thomas recognized very well. He had the look of a man who had seen a lot of the world, and bargained with a secure and hard tone.
The hidden thief smiled to himself, as greedy merchants, especially old ones, belonged to his favourite victims...

(ooops, the topic got messed up... let's just call it 'The unnamed story' then...)