It had been a while since he had graced Rhy'Din with his little known presence. Had he been known, he wouldnt have been a very good thief now, would he"

Where he was" Hard to tell, he kept his business his own and he had few friends to speak of other than the various owls, bats, and spiders who haunted the attic of the orphanage where he slept sometimes. The simple fact though, was that he was back; and things would start disappearing in good time.

Nothing major but nothing too minor, perhaps a pie or a roast. He was a picky eater and stealing a loaf of bread to eat just didnt seem appetizing.

For now though, he sat on the roof top, fiddling as he too often did in the past, a soft tune, the same tune he had always played. Few would even think he knew more than this one simple song. In all reality, he was an accomplished musician.

He sang softy now as he played...something strange he never did before.

Once I stood at the foot of a great high mountain That I wanted so much to climb And on top of this mountain was a beautiful fountain That flows with the water of life

I fell down on my knees at the foot of this mountain I cried, "O Lords what must I do?" I want to climb this mountain, I want to drink from this fountain That flows so clear in my view

Then I heard a sweet voice from the top of this mountain Saying, "Child put your hand in mine." I started climbing slowly watch your steps at the edges And take one step at a time

I started climbing upward taking one step at a time The higher I got the harder I climbed I'm still climbing upward and my journey's almost ended I'm nearing the top and you ought to see the view Oh the water flows so freely, there's enough to make you free So friend if you're thirsty climb this mountain with me

(Song isnt original copyright to Jack White)