Post by Ramir on Jun 18, 2014 9:36:13 GMT -5
(Hey gang, this is a thread or myself and a personal friend who has registered as jasara. She is dabbling and as such, has not read through the game system or created a character per the system. If you see her on, say hi!)
Ramir scrunched the note in his hand as he picked his way through the back alleys of Wistvale. He knew the docks well enough that he could wind his way to his destination indirectly, which was preferable should things go ass up. He didn't know a great deal about this job and whilst a couple of tidbits set of alarm bells (which weren't really invented yet), he'd taken the advance and the promised amount for return of the item was just too damned appealing.
That aside, he had one thing bugging him, more than the obscure instructions for the job. He had to work with someone and whilst he really preferred to work alone, this was worse. He had no idea who this person was and as far as he'd been able to establish, they had no reputation to speak of. If one thing were true, the best thieves had reputations, carefully groomed and cared for, fed with lies and deceit and nourished with backroom deals and alleyway ultimatums.
No matter. If they couldn't keep pace, he'd simply have more gold for his trouble and he had no intention of revealing anything about himself that would have him think twice about them ending up in custody.
Nope, this job would set him up for a time, new blood or not.
He picked his path well, he knew that the lantern on this corner was out due to some unfortunate with a rock earlier that day. The shadows clung to his heels as he stole across the street and slipped out of sight, slowly and silently approaching the doorway to the old manor.
He was told he'd meet his 'partner' here.
Ramir scrunched the note in his hand as he picked his way through the back alleys of Wistvale. He knew the docks well enough that he could wind his way to his destination indirectly, which was preferable should things go ass up. He didn't know a great deal about this job and whilst a couple of tidbits set of alarm bells (which weren't really invented yet), he'd taken the advance and the promised amount for return of the item was just too damned appealing.
That aside, he had one thing bugging him, more than the obscure instructions for the job. He had to work with someone and whilst he really preferred to work alone, this was worse. He had no idea who this person was and as far as he'd been able to establish, they had no reputation to speak of. If one thing were true, the best thieves had reputations, carefully groomed and cared for, fed with lies and deceit and nourished with backroom deals and alleyway ultimatums.
No matter. If they couldn't keep pace, he'd simply have more gold for his trouble and he had no intention of revealing anything about himself that would have him think twice about them ending up in custody.
Nope, this job would set him up for a time, new blood or not.
He picked his path well, he knew that the lantern on this corner was out due to some unfortunate with a rock earlier that day. The shadows clung to his heels as he stole across the street and slipped out of sight, slowly and silently approaching the doorway to the old manor.
He was told he'd meet his 'partner' here.