The Journal of Rosto the Piper
Wednesday, April1, 246
Aniki, Kora and I made our way into Corus. The journey had been long and difficult but hopefully worth it. Getting away from the harsh Scanran weather and not having any food were just very good reparation.
The gixies and I traveled here not only for some fun. But to start out in a new place Kora has decided we each needed to keep a journal. I started mine because today was our fist day in Corus. I don't really know what to write, but I'll describe myself. I'm a striking cove; well at least most of the mots say that. Corn silk blonde hair, piercing black eyes; that could kill, and pale skin are my most perceptible features. I'm thin and muscled, my hands are blade scarred. My sister is the only family I left behind in Scanra, if we were talking about blood relatives but Aniki and Kora were like my family also. As the guards opened the gate they gave us looks of disdain. They knew why we had come, for they Rogues throne. Many people had flocked to the city even thought the Rogues chiefs had done away with challengers. Even though the King of Thieves should pull up his own pants and do it himself.
"We should go find some lodgings before we get too carried away," said Kora. She was much more level-headed than Aniki and I were she kept us on the ground and makes sure we don't get ourselves killed. And it was always better to just agree with her, or she would throw fire. Mages.
Later
Our lodgings were in poor condition, not worth the six coppers we were paying. The cove renting them to us was a slippery fellow. Kora and I rented the rooms but they would've made us pay more if they knew Aniki was with us so she would sneak in later. We were all very comfortable together, canoodling was not something that we did regularly but it did happen, occasionally. Kora always wanted to cuddle; which was not something I did, and Aniki was way to rough.
Aniki and I decided to look around alleys to find good escapes routes, you never know what would happen. If we were to take the throne from Kayfer Deerborn then we would have to know this place like the backs of our hands. Most people probably knew why we were here but there were lots of folk here for the same reason. Most called us scavengers for going to a different country to become the King of Thieves.
But in Scanra, my sister was the Rogue. And I couldn't just kill her for the throne. I loved my sister but she was a harsh rogue, harsh but just.