Hey hey hey my beasties! I have a new chapter for you all, I hope you enjoy it! The real action won't start until the next chapter so you all are going to have to wait. Sorry!
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Six months later-
I hadn't seen the master thief or the girl enter the Crippled Burrick in six months. There was definitely a fence in there; no amount of shady characters enters a tavern that often, especially now that the Gloom has really set in. I didn't want to intrude on another thief's territory, but my fence was hung, and it didn't look like the others had been there in a while. I made up my mind, slipped out of the shadows, and entered the tavern.
The bar-tender gave one look at me as I walked through the door, and he nodded to the back of the tavern. My worn boots made no sound over the floor boards as I made my way to the delivery part of the building. At the end of the hall a man stood, calling to any dark passer-by, "I've got everything for your… nefarious needs." I merely nodded and continued to the back.
There was a set of steps leading to an office under the tavern, the door at the bottom was open a crack as well. I scouted around the delivery area until I found what I was looking for, a window. I crouched low to the ground and took a peek inside the office to be sure no other client would be in, but I only saw a mildly large man grumbling to himself as he busied around with papers and books. He stopped and quickly turned around as if he could sense me watching him; he glared into the dark parts of his office but found no one, and soon was back to grumbling and organizing. I took the opportunity to slip through the window. I landed with a light thud and slid into the shadow of a book shelf. The man whipped around again this time holding a pen at the ready, he stood for a while longer, but again found nothing. When he turned back to his task he saw me. Sitting on the edge of the desk he had turned from.
"Who the fuck are you?" He yelled
"Names are not important. What is important is knowing if you can help me or not." I said lowly
"Look, I've been in this business for a long time, and I am going to need a name if I am going to help you. I am not asking for your trust because I don't trust you either." He said to me, boredom in his tone.
"Endy."
"Good, the names Basso. Now how can I help a thief such as yourself?"
I was Basso's only black-hand for six months after that, he needed me just as much as I needed him. We became 'friends' even though neither of us would admit that. Jenivere even liked me, which Basso hated the idea of the evil bird liking anyone.
Frequently throughout the six months of working I was told of the master thief, Garrett, and the girl, Erin. I never learned very much. Only that the pair didn't get along and that Basso hadn't heard from either since a failed job at Northcrest. We still didn't trust each other enough for life stories.
Unbeknownst to us things where about to change. The city was on the brink of a revolution, and someone was waking.
Alrighty I hope that was good enough for y'all! I'm working on the next chapter and it is almost done by now.
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