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[h1][center][color=B22222]Neh’miah He’ron[/color][/center][/h1]

[b]Location:[/b] The Faded Lantern


It surprised Neh’miah how smooth the scam went. The Baron was still clueless when he left the estate and even the splitting of the loot went without any fuss. His plan was truly a masterpiece crafted by a thief who’s skill and intellect was one in a million, at least in his own mind. The young thief was certainly convinced he had just pulled off the perfect crime.

Laden with his new found coin, it was time to celebrate. It was the festival of the Crescents and the ale should flow like swollen rivers during the autumn rains, or at least as heavily as that fucking rain outside. Quickly Neh’miah pulled the hoodie of his leather coat over his head to protect himself from the downpour that was falling from the sky.

The young man was barely around the corner when a small crowd staring at a wall attracted his attention. Apparently they were all staring at some wanted poster and arguing about what the criminal had pulled off that the king's guard was this busy hanging up posters all over town. Quickly he looked over some men’s shoulders just to see who’s mug was on the piece of paper and much to Neh’miah’s own surprise, he was staring at his own face.

The baron and the sheriff were moving a lot faster than the thief had anticipated. If they were hanging up wanted posters at this hour the streets would be closely monitored by the king's guard. Not that those losers would pose any threat but still, he’d better be careful not to get recognized by those government dogs or law abiding citizens.

Quickly he continued his journey to the Faded lantern. Lord Vargass was a shrewd businessman who certainly realized that too many guards around his place would be bad for business. Neh’miah was certain that the self-entitled lord would have paid off the sheriff to not sniff around too much at his tavern.

Much to the young thief’s relief he did not spot much guards on the Sea-side market square. With only a handful of people and a huge crowd on the streets, Neh’miah deemed it unlikely that the guards would spot him when he undertook his casual stroll towards the Faded Lantern tavern and inn.

As the young thief entered the tavern he could see that the atmosphere was already joyfull. The grog was certainly flowing wildly already and most people were too busy in their conversations and activities to notice the next patreon entering the establishment, not that he feared that someone would alert the guards of his presence. Thieves don’t rat eachother out. It’s bad for your reputation to sell the competition to the law.

As Neh’miah made his way towards the bar he dropped his hoodie while passing some muscular Tork guy warming up near the fireplace. He had never seen the man before so Neh’miah did not give him much attention. After all, it was probably some foreign sailor biding his time before he would depart again.

As the young thief arrived at the bar he noticed that Percy was not on his usual spot. One of the other bar keepers informed Neh’miah that he was upstairs, doing some business with lord Vargass himself. Knowing both men, that usually involved some shady dealings and the prospects of coin.

However when he reached the top of the stairs, a scene that he preferred to stay out of involved in front of his eyes. The self-entitled lord was giving his employee a proper scolding. Apparently poor Percy had given the private table to some drunken sleaze without consulting the boss. However what happened at the table peeked Neh’miah’s interest. The story of an ancient tomb teeming with loot sounded like a good opportunity to gain more coin and boost his reputation. Not to mention that being eighty kilometers away from the sheriff for a while would not be bad either. However the missy seemed clearly out of her league.

[color=B22222]”That’s an interesting tale about an ancient tomb you’re telling, it certainly piqued my interest. So please continue your story. If the prospect of loot is good enough I might offer my help and that is far more valuable that what the gods have to offer.”[/color] Said Neh’miah with a bit of a smug on his face as it sounded that the lady was navigating uncharted waters and had no clue how to do it.