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

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


The quality of the food presented by the self-entitled lord surprised the young thief. He didn’t expect lord Vargass to waste such a fine selection of meat on the lowlifes like them. For a moment Neh’miah wondered why their financial benefactor had presented them this feast. It almost felt like this was intended as their last supper.

Neh’miah’s eyes went across the table as he watched how the others gobbled down the food. Manners were certainly not everyone’s strong suit, not that it mattered much. They weren’t gathered around this table to impress each other with their refinements after all. No, the table manners we're not the things that would make a difference. It was the skillset of each individual gathered that mattered.

Neh’miah watched how Vargass and Solage interacted. Those two certainly had a peculiar relationship. Were they truly on the same page? Or where they just dance around each other pretending to be partners. If they were not, Solage seemed to be in a huge risk of overplaying her hand.

The young thief was about to leave the table when he heard Marengo’s remark about stealing. [color=B22222]”Ha, as if there is anyone worth stealing from among the sorry lot that gathers here”[/color] Replied Neh’miah joyfully as he was making his way to the bar where he would spend his hard earn coin on food and wine for all the beautiful ladies that were willing to put up with his ramblings about his antics and adventures from the past, present and those who would still had to come.

Drunk from all the wine and far deeper into the night then intended Neh’miah stumbled towards his quarter in the tavern. As he fell down on the bed he noticed how bad the world was spinning. Laying on the soft sheets felt like he was on a galleon in the middle of an autumn storm. Not that the thief actually knew how it was to be on a ship, let alone in a storm. As the first lights of day entered through the window, Neh’miah fell into a sleep so deep, that even the knocking on the door by Percival did not wake him up.