It's been three years since Cutty gasped his last breath in Cragscleft, and although he stiffed me on the Bafford job, I have yet to find a fence as reliable as he was. Hell, I guess I'm getting s...
It's been three years since Cutty gasped his last breath in Cragscleft, and although he stiffed me on the Bafford job, I have yet to find a fence as reliable as he was. Hell, I guess I'm getting sentimental about the old taffer. So it came with great surprise that I learned he had a son...who hadn't fallen far from the apple tree, if you know what I mean. I caught him snooping around my joint and loosened his tongue a bit.
Next thing you know we're sharing our stories over a bottle of vintage wine...courtesy of Lord Gamok. He told me that his father was nabbed while casing the estate of Sir Greystone, located on the south side. Nobody's been able to crack the place since.
Fortunately, Sir Greystone has become more complacent with age and has replaced the fanatical Hammer guards with some goons from the city watch. Cutty's boy also told me that the Sir will be away for a while.
Cutty was after the bastard's jeweled Sage Crown. I'm sure he would want me to finish the job...and settle a score with Sir Greystone.
The estate is sandwiched in the crowded Pilar District. It should be easy to blend into the throng and get myself positioned on the grounds. Once there, I'll wait until nightfall to make my move. Cutty's boy told me that there is a basement that might be easy to breach, but that Greystone has some odd creatures assembled down there. Even better, the two towers are being rennovated and might provide another option.