Reine
06-10-09, 09:45 AM
((Closed))
“So what did he do after he caught you?”
Faelynn rolled her eyes and took another drink of her ale, a soft smirk playing about the edges of her lips. “You really can’t figure out what he did after that?”
The man to her right snorted, a twinkle rising into the depths of his brown eyes. “I’m sure my imagination could come up with a few things, but I suppose the more important question would be, what did you do?” Shouts and laughter echoed from the group, a few of the men commenting on what they’d have done in the prissy little noble’s place.
She laughed; the sound light and carrying through the group surrounding her. There were nine of them, six men and three other females. They seemed interested in the stories she regaled them all with, but probably not for the same reason as the men. In all honesty, she didn’t have very many. Her life had not been all that interesting, but they seemed to be drinking it up like they were the ale in front of them. Even she had partaken in some, though she had drunk far less than they thought. It wasn’t hard for her to switch her mug with an empty one every time it was refilled, and the full ones? Well, let’s just say to that Daren, the young man sitting directly to her left, was quite inebriated at this point in time.
“He invited me to join in, giving me a perfect view on what exactly it was he could offer me. I laughed. I couldn’t help it. Let’s just say he didn’t take too kindly to that. Insulting a man’s... well, you know, doesn’t tend to go over very well. He called for the guards and I high tailed it out of there, laughing all the way, especially at the looks on the guards faces as they burst into the room.” She could still remember the comical look on the men’s faces as they looked at their employer in all his glory. He probably had not thought about his current...attire—or lack thereof—when he’d summoned them.
The group broke out into boisterous laughter, drowning out the other conversation going on in The Prancing Pony. A small place really, but well kept and right on the outskirts of Radasanth, making the last leg of the journey into Concordia a mere stone’s throw away. It was still too early for the establishment to be filled to the brim with the tired workers and depressed men looking to forget their problems in an endless glass of ale. In fact, it was too early period to be forgoing this much into the drink if anyone asked her, but no one in the group had. They had something to celebrate, so she couldn’t blame them for being half gone and still going. If anyone in this place seemed to notice or care though, her eyes didn’t catch it.
Aside from their group, the room had eight other patrons, none of whom seemed particularly interested in them. She’d know too, Faelynn had been watching them. None of them were alone and all of them were enjoying a light meal before the dinner hour. Their eyes only strayed in this direction when a little too much noise seemed to bubble up from the group.
With a smile still pulling at the corner of his lips, Markus leaned back in his chair. A man into his years, with a light peppering of grey at his temples and deep brown eyes that one could almost call black. If anyone could be called the leader of this ragtag team of individuals, it was him and not one person questioned it or seemed to have any problem, even though he practically cut short their fun. “All right, everyone drink up. When the glasses are empty, it’s time for all of us to head back.”
She raised her glass with the rest of them and down the contents, knowing she probably shouldn’t.
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Faelynn zipped her jacket up a little more. It was still early summer and deep within the tree line of Concordia, the canopy blocked most of the sun’s rays making the wind even cooler against her skin. Having just returned from Fallien only a few weeks ago, she was still used to the hot climate and now had to readjust, again. She’d move to Fallien one of these day, if it didn’t mean leaving behind Ferynn and the rest of her family.
“I must admit,” Markus began, his eyes focused somewhere ahead of them in the forest, “you seem pretty young, just how long have you been thieving for?”
She smiled and laughed lightly. It’s true, she was kind of young and though she knew she looked it, she tried to make sure none of her clients ever found out just how young the thief they hired was. “I realized I had an aptitude for it at quite a young age, but I didn’t think about it seriously until I hit about the age of fourteen, however I have only been doing it seriously for about two years now.”
“So that would make you...?” Markus smirked as he looked over at her, his eyes trying to deduce the answer himself.
She held her hands up in surrounded. “Please, you’re better off not knowing. At least then you can feign ignorance when the truth comes out.”
He laughed; the sound quite loud in the ambient noises of the forest. All she could hear were their soft footsteps over dead leaves, fallen twigs and earth. The occasional animal stirred and the birds seemed constant, but there was not much else. Conversation drifted around them from the others, but Markus and she had taken up the rear of the group. “You’re right; if you’re that young then I really don’t want to know. Especially considering some of the stories you’ve been telling.”
A slight bit of colour crept into her cheeks. She couldn’t help it. Some of those stories were rather outrageous and embarrassing, but she’d told them to win the trust of the group. It had worked a lot easier than she’d thought possible. At first, Faelynn had assumed her plan would be folly, poorly thought out and executed blindly on her behalf. She had not the time to plan properly and think about her actions, not when she’d heard a bunch of raiders from The Bandit Brotherhood were returning from Scara Brae. It was her only chance. Who knows when they’d cross paths again? So she’d found out as much as she could about their mission, then headed to the place her contact said they’d stop before heading into Concordia. How he knew that, she was not going to ask. It was not part of their arrangement. But just as he’d told her, they were there and like he said they would, they went straight into the drink. With their guards down and mind muddled from the alcohol, she’d slipped in just like one of them. She received only a few odd looks of ‘had she been here all along’? But since she acted as if nothing was amiss and she belonged here, they shook it off as if they had somehow missed her in the beginning.
At first, Faelynn thought of going to Jared for help in this matter. He had been a member of The Bandit Brotherhood when they had taken up residence in Dheathain. However, it became apparent to her rather quickly that this was a completely different group, and not run by some spunky little Akashiman woman named Kyosku Tetsoma. No, it was rumoured the fabled Yari Rafanas was back in lead of the original group he had created so long ago. It was almost enough to make her scream like the little girl and jump up and down, clutching a picture of him waiting for an autograph. Almost, but she still kept her wits about her. Rumours were just that, rumours and she couldn’t bring it up to these men, at least not in a way that wouldn’t cast suspicion on her.
So, I know I’m part of his group, but is it true that Yari Rafanas is leading it?
Oh yeah, that would go over just great. A one way ticket to getting her ass kicked in and no chance of getting back that stolen properly. Yeah, the whole reason she had mingled in with the group was to get back a few things they had stolen from someone precious to her, Ferynn, her brother. Funny, a thief stealing from a group of thieves, another one of her brightest ideas. Her brother worked as a blacksmith in Underwood and her best friend Connaire enchanted some of his work for both selling and experimenting. The Bandit Brotherhood had apparently decided that the shop interested them and they were low on weapons and armour. Now, there were a few reasons why Faelynn was so adamant on getting back these items, first; no one stole from her, her brother or anyone she knew and got away with it. Second, some of the enchantments on those weapons were very experimental according to Connaire and not safe at all.
“I heard about another raid that went on just a few days ago...” Faelynn began, trailing off and hoping that Markus would take the bite.
“Oh yeah, the one up in Underwood. I know we got a pretty good stash of stuff from there, but I didn’t take part in the raid and apparently the boss hasn’t gone through it yet.” Markus said as he scratched the newly forming stubble on his chin. “Wish I could have been there though.”
Perfect, now she just needed Markus to tell her where in their little camp they put their stash. Hopefully he knew.
“So what did he do after he caught you?”
Faelynn rolled her eyes and took another drink of her ale, a soft smirk playing about the edges of her lips. “You really can’t figure out what he did after that?”
The man to her right snorted, a twinkle rising into the depths of his brown eyes. “I’m sure my imagination could come up with a few things, but I suppose the more important question would be, what did you do?” Shouts and laughter echoed from the group, a few of the men commenting on what they’d have done in the prissy little noble’s place.
She laughed; the sound light and carrying through the group surrounding her. There were nine of them, six men and three other females. They seemed interested in the stories she regaled them all with, but probably not for the same reason as the men. In all honesty, she didn’t have very many. Her life had not been all that interesting, but they seemed to be drinking it up like they were the ale in front of them. Even she had partaken in some, though she had drunk far less than they thought. It wasn’t hard for her to switch her mug with an empty one every time it was refilled, and the full ones? Well, let’s just say to that Daren, the young man sitting directly to her left, was quite inebriated at this point in time.
“He invited me to join in, giving me a perfect view on what exactly it was he could offer me. I laughed. I couldn’t help it. Let’s just say he didn’t take too kindly to that. Insulting a man’s... well, you know, doesn’t tend to go over very well. He called for the guards and I high tailed it out of there, laughing all the way, especially at the looks on the guards faces as they burst into the room.” She could still remember the comical look on the men’s faces as they looked at their employer in all his glory. He probably had not thought about his current...attire—or lack thereof—when he’d summoned them.
The group broke out into boisterous laughter, drowning out the other conversation going on in The Prancing Pony. A small place really, but well kept and right on the outskirts of Radasanth, making the last leg of the journey into Concordia a mere stone’s throw away. It was still too early for the establishment to be filled to the brim with the tired workers and depressed men looking to forget their problems in an endless glass of ale. In fact, it was too early period to be forgoing this much into the drink if anyone asked her, but no one in the group had. They had something to celebrate, so she couldn’t blame them for being half gone and still going. If anyone in this place seemed to notice or care though, her eyes didn’t catch it.
Aside from their group, the room had eight other patrons, none of whom seemed particularly interested in them. She’d know too, Faelynn had been watching them. None of them were alone and all of them were enjoying a light meal before the dinner hour. Their eyes only strayed in this direction when a little too much noise seemed to bubble up from the group.
With a smile still pulling at the corner of his lips, Markus leaned back in his chair. A man into his years, with a light peppering of grey at his temples and deep brown eyes that one could almost call black. If anyone could be called the leader of this ragtag team of individuals, it was him and not one person questioned it or seemed to have any problem, even though he practically cut short their fun. “All right, everyone drink up. When the glasses are empty, it’s time for all of us to head back.”
She raised her glass with the rest of them and down the contents, knowing she probably shouldn’t.
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Faelynn zipped her jacket up a little more. It was still early summer and deep within the tree line of Concordia, the canopy blocked most of the sun’s rays making the wind even cooler against her skin. Having just returned from Fallien only a few weeks ago, she was still used to the hot climate and now had to readjust, again. She’d move to Fallien one of these day, if it didn’t mean leaving behind Ferynn and the rest of her family.
“I must admit,” Markus began, his eyes focused somewhere ahead of them in the forest, “you seem pretty young, just how long have you been thieving for?”
She smiled and laughed lightly. It’s true, she was kind of young and though she knew she looked it, she tried to make sure none of her clients ever found out just how young the thief they hired was. “I realized I had an aptitude for it at quite a young age, but I didn’t think about it seriously until I hit about the age of fourteen, however I have only been doing it seriously for about two years now.”
“So that would make you...?” Markus smirked as he looked over at her, his eyes trying to deduce the answer himself.
She held her hands up in surrounded. “Please, you’re better off not knowing. At least then you can feign ignorance when the truth comes out.”
He laughed; the sound quite loud in the ambient noises of the forest. All she could hear were their soft footsteps over dead leaves, fallen twigs and earth. The occasional animal stirred and the birds seemed constant, but there was not much else. Conversation drifted around them from the others, but Markus and she had taken up the rear of the group. “You’re right; if you’re that young then I really don’t want to know. Especially considering some of the stories you’ve been telling.”
A slight bit of colour crept into her cheeks. She couldn’t help it. Some of those stories were rather outrageous and embarrassing, but she’d told them to win the trust of the group. It had worked a lot easier than she’d thought possible. At first, Faelynn had assumed her plan would be folly, poorly thought out and executed blindly on her behalf. She had not the time to plan properly and think about her actions, not when she’d heard a bunch of raiders from The Bandit Brotherhood were returning from Scara Brae. It was her only chance. Who knows when they’d cross paths again? So she’d found out as much as she could about their mission, then headed to the place her contact said they’d stop before heading into Concordia. How he knew that, she was not going to ask. It was not part of their arrangement. But just as he’d told her, they were there and like he said they would, they went straight into the drink. With their guards down and mind muddled from the alcohol, she’d slipped in just like one of them. She received only a few odd looks of ‘had she been here all along’? But since she acted as if nothing was amiss and she belonged here, they shook it off as if they had somehow missed her in the beginning.
At first, Faelynn thought of going to Jared for help in this matter. He had been a member of The Bandit Brotherhood when they had taken up residence in Dheathain. However, it became apparent to her rather quickly that this was a completely different group, and not run by some spunky little Akashiman woman named Kyosku Tetsoma. No, it was rumoured the fabled Yari Rafanas was back in lead of the original group he had created so long ago. It was almost enough to make her scream like the little girl and jump up and down, clutching a picture of him waiting for an autograph. Almost, but she still kept her wits about her. Rumours were just that, rumours and she couldn’t bring it up to these men, at least not in a way that wouldn’t cast suspicion on her.
So, I know I’m part of his group, but is it true that Yari Rafanas is leading it?
Oh yeah, that would go over just great. A one way ticket to getting her ass kicked in and no chance of getting back that stolen properly. Yeah, the whole reason she had mingled in with the group was to get back a few things they had stolen from someone precious to her, Ferynn, her brother. Funny, a thief stealing from a group of thieves, another one of her brightest ideas. Her brother worked as a blacksmith in Underwood and her best friend Connaire enchanted some of his work for both selling and experimenting. The Bandit Brotherhood had apparently decided that the shop interested them and they were low on weapons and armour. Now, there were a few reasons why Faelynn was so adamant on getting back these items, first; no one stole from her, her brother or anyone she knew and got away with it. Second, some of the enchantments on those weapons were very experimental according to Connaire and not safe at all.
“I heard about another raid that went on just a few days ago...” Faelynn began, trailing off and hoping that Markus would take the bite.
“Oh yeah, the one up in Underwood. I know we got a pretty good stash of stuff from there, but I didn’t take part in the raid and apparently the boss hasn’t gone through it yet.” Markus said as he scratched the newly forming stubble on his chin. “Wish I could have been there though.”
Perfect, now she just needed Markus to tell her where in their little camp they put their stash. Hopefully he knew.