As a thief with a reputation for success, it's easy to bite off more than I can chew. Over the years I've received more job offers than I could possibly complete and, as age has become less shy in ...
As a thief with a reputation for success, it's easy to bite off more than I can chew. Over the years I've received more job offers than I could possibly complete and, as age has become less shy in its steady creep, I've had to decline more and more of them. I've come to understand that my energy is a fleeting investment and I shouldn't take every job that comes my way. Unfortunately this didn't deter me from my latest blunder.
I'd been hired to steal a jeweled scepter from one of the city's newer nobles- Lord Dennison. Normally I wouldn't take a job without familiarizing myself with the victim, but I was beginning to feel my age and it reminded me of old jobs from my younger days.
And I thought tired old cynics never got nostalgic...
I was able to get in and out with my prize without any difficulty, but I took a little time to learn about Dennison from his journal and snatches of conversation I caught from the household staff. To put it mildly, the guy's got issues. Growing up in the noble's court of Blackbrook would take its toll on anybody, but I've now learned that the Dennison family is renowned even there for their pride and vicious temper.
Apparently Dennison had once caught a household servant stealing the family silverware back in Blackbrook. After days of torture, the servant finally died. Dennison complained that the screams were not loud enough and had his torturer flogged. To make matters worse, he's already cranky about being pressured by his father to move here and gain influence in the City. Being robbed makes him look weak to the other nobles. I guess I kicked the hornet's nest because I found my fence dead in his shop tonight. My name must have crossed the poor bastard's lips because I've suddenly found myself...entertaining.
I managed to slip out before things got messy, but I couldn't get to my stash. These guys look experienced, so it's only a matter of time before they find it. Most of my things can be replaced, but I've amassed a rather large collection of potentially lucrative maps that I'd rather not lose.
I've got to get in, get my stuff, and hightail it to another hideout to catch my breath.
Things are heating up around here, so I'd better duck out of town for a while.