[center][color=Aa0088][h1]Silverclaw Deerstawker[/h1][/color][/center]

Down the hill from the Abbot’s stolen abode the Tabaxi sat in a crawl space watching. The thief watched the routine of the guard, the elf woman as she acted as the gate keeper, the dwarf coming and going. Killing the Abbot would have been easy. More than once the fool had stood in front of an open window holding Suzy. He didn’t understand why he would care if she lived or died. She was nothing more than a street urchin and would probably grow up to be a prostitute. 

He needed the Abbot to keep stirring up the people, by doing dumb things. Mentioning closing the port and declaring martial law had brought four thieves to his side. 

He did not understand why humans liked to live in their “glory days”. They were about as bad a dwarves, talking on and on about battles they were not even at. Who cares if he was a good thief years ago, is he a good thief now? Can he put coins in their pockets? From what he saw he doubted it to be possible. He would start working on the dwarf, well, his second wife a dwarf would. 

[hider=note]He isn’t mean and he has a reason to be doing what he is doing. He finds human culture strange.[/hider]