We’re burglars, cut-throats, pickpockets and murderers. We’d sooner stab you in the back then shake your hand. Yet somehow, against all odds, we’ve become organized. Not because we trust each other nor because we respect each other. Not even because we fear each other. But because we know that we can make more money as a team. You are going be a part of our team now. We don’t need you to like us or to trust us. We just need you to shut up and do as we say. If you do that, you’ll go far. If not? Then the only place you’ll end up is six feet under the ground.





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We’re a sorry bunch of low-lives who are in desperate need of coin. Most people, those that know we exist that is, wouldn’t even call us a guild. “Oh, they’re just a glorified gang.” they say. And they might be right, but not for long. Soon enough we will rule this city.
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