The Sneak Thief was buried in the dilapidated ruins of the oldest quarter in the city.
Beneath the foundation of an old cathedral, separated from the rest of the city by new homes tall enough to hide the decrepit pillars of the ancient church from streets, left to rot behind a wall of faux innovation.
Or so the Barron thought.
Nothing remained hidden in the city however, things got lost yes, but nothing hidden remained so.
Which was why that supposedly long forgotten cathedral, worn by time and neglect had become the home of a kindly old woman who had earned the title of Queen by her beloved beggars.
She was a strange woman to say the least, hardly more than a thinly stretched slab of pale skin that hugged her skeleton too tightly, her eyes fogged silver, rimmed with an impossible shade of blue.
Yet she walked strongly, barring her use of a can, as if she weren't about to collapse into a pile of dust, and as if she weren't blind for that matter. She smiled warmly, no matter the weather, no matter how long she had gone without any scrap of food or drink.
The only thing that truly gave away just how ancient she was, was her voice, low and tired, strained with age, and the things she spoke of, the stories from her youth… Were things Garrett had learned about in is history classes...
"Someone once, many years ago, long before you were born, came here with a pick and shovel to disturb the resting place of the Sneak Thief." She had told Garrett over the rim of her tea cup one evening, not the night they had met, but not long after.
The Queen of Beggars, she called herself, was a hidden thing within the city; very few, save for her Rats knew exactly how to find her, which suited her quite well.
She was a legend among urchins, a myth to the common folk, a witch to the upper class, and a friend to thieves, or, at least, a friend to the thieves who found her.
Garrett had found her one eve, during his and Erin's second summer out of the Haven, he had been on a small job, his fence, and now longtime friend Basso, had wanted to test him back then.
It was sheer coincidence that Garrett had stumbled upon her, though she insisted that it had been fate.
"A travesty it was." She told him quietly, "I was young then and my people afraid, we could only watch as they tore through the earth and stole from his grave…"
The Queen of Beggars and her people were not the guards of the Sneak Thief's grave, in fact, they too were there by sheer coincidence, having also found the ruined cathedral, they settled within the decrepit stonework having thought they had found their own haven.
It was only after the newly settled group was accosted by a band of forest folk did they learn the nature of the reverend haven they had accidentally claimed as their own.