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

The thief watched the building as long as he could take it. When the Engineer and Harbor Master came then left, he followed. Silverclaw hated the rain like little children hate eating vegetables or taking baths. But he slinked along with his hood up trying to follow the two having come down the stairs thanking the homeowner a few coins to continue to watch the Abbot's place. 

He walked like a man who had no cares and no one paid any real attention to him. He had been a minstrel when he had his instrument. But he had become a thief so that they could eat. He had been stranded here in this place by sailors and now it was home. He had two wives, though not legally married, his first wide was half Tabaxi, human, and half-elf. She was a your standard second story thief, breaking and entry, lock picks. His second wife was a dwarf that had fallen in with them when they were dumped in this pit. She was a craftwoman, a glass worker, though her wares and equipment was stolen when the group of them were dumped. She kept the books and handled the money for the newly formed guild. 

The tended to hang out at the tavern watching and listening for opportunities to arise.