[Captain Grishnahk]

Grishnahk slipped in front of the smoke house, already he smelled the wonderful raw meat beginning to cook. The lock was not skillfully made, for the Shire was most likely not accustomed to robbers or bandits. With the aid of his small dagger, he twisted the lock and soon the door opened, pouring smoke out into the air.
“I shall soon be suspected,” Grishnahk murmured snatching down two hunks of meat. He then retreated into the forest. When running the man of the two people under the tree met eyes with Grishnahk. Grishnahk's heart suddenly fell but he kept running. Once deep into the forest he layed one slab of the meat in his pack, and the other he bit into. Ripping the meat with his sharp yellow teeth, Grishnahk swallowed the bloody goodness. After he stomach was full he stood up very refreshed. He now was going to sneak and get as much information as he could get. It was long since he had any true spying job and he now would try his sneaking abilities. Slowly the leaves crunched under his boots as he crept closer to the two people talking under a strong oaktree.

He had to see if that man had truly seen him or not.