In one of the Tavern's shadier corners, a human sat alone at a table and watched as the arrogant dark elf accepted money from the tavern patrons. His name was Graham Douglas. He was a criminal. And while he couldn't exactly be called a master criminal, he wasn't dead yet, so that counted for something. As he watched the elf make for the door drunk off of equal parts gold and liquor, Graham decided he wasn't about to let this opportunity slip through his fingers. Rising to his feet, Graham made his way to the exit and began tailing the elf, [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/12085]doing his best to keep a low profile as he did so[/url]. As he followed his mark, Graham was soon joined by a tiefling woman. Her name was Melancholy. Graham had met her a few days ago. She was a highway robber from overseas who was fresh off the docks and was looking to ply her trade in the Northmarch. The poor girl had no idea what she was trying to get herself into. The adventurers would have chewed her up and spat her out like a piece of halfling chewing tobacco. Fortunately for her, Graham took pity. Once he'd warned her of how dangerous the roads were for the honest criminal, Graham offered to help her acclimate to her new surroundings for a modest 50% cut of the ill gotten gains and first pick of the loot. "He performed well, so he'll have a heavy coin purse" Graham told Mel in infernal "And he's drunk, so he won't be at his best if we get into a fight with him. We're in for a bountiful harvest tonight".