Date: December 31st
Time: Morning
Underneath the streets of the western quarter of Shadowtown runs the numerous and maze like sewer passages. Home to beggars, rats, and the occasional murderer. In addition to such fine company the prominent Shaefow Sickle thieves guild makes there home here. An elite guild their membership is limited to only master thieves or those carrying a marker with them. In the form of the guild banner it is a silver Sickle worn as a necklace. Given out to those who have done the guild a service possession of one entitles the bearer to either a favor or membership within the guild.
The youth shooting at targets within the guild's range was of the latter half though he had stolen enough to be considered the equal of the guildmaster. The twang of his bow string blended in with the lessons Subtle Nick was giving in concealment. Considered the guild's master of disguise his trick was not going unseen but rather looking like he had every right to be standing where ever he was at the moment. And he was damn good at it to, his most daring heist involving stealing the taxes of Shadowtown's residents right from underneath the treasurer's very nose.
By the shadows the Guild had earned some clout with Shadowtown that day. Especially after handing back the vast majority of the haul right back to the tax payers. Though Subtle Nick was quite the wanted man these days.
"So when are you leaving my magical thief." A deep and sonorous voice asked from behind the youth shooting his bow.
Firing off one last arrow the black haired youth shouldered the bow and turned to face his questioner. A mountain of a man it was hard to imagine the fellow as a thief. But despite his looks this giant was the guildmaster of the Shaefow Sickle and thus perhaps the best thief in all the known world.
"No time like the present I suppose. " He answered with a lingering look around the range and guild house. Though perhaps not grand in appearance this place and it's people were the home away from home. And the guildmaster had known his father and world tell stories about the deceased assassin. And the youth treasured such tales.
"We're gonna miss ya Shade. Never thought when I gave that marker to Shafe that his son would end up cashing it in."The Guildmaster replied before bidding Shade a fond farewell and renewing his vow to look after his family. With that the black haired youth gave a piercing whistle and his inheritance from his father bound up on eager feet.
"Time for us to leave Shazar. " He spoke with a final wave at the guildmaster as the gray wolf fell in step to his side.
Striding through the door the thief was surprised at the sheer size of the place. Not to mention the richness of it's decor, surely such a place must have it's share of baubles no one would miss. Perhaps though the thief thought better of such a course of action when he caught a glance at the rooms central feature. Namely the statuesque woman standing atop the compass rose. Obviously past her prime Shade would bet his last lock pick she counted every last thing in the place against such larceny ridden thoughts as his own.
Also with his weapons he felt somewhat overdressed compared to her. He'd be dammed if he would part with them however.
"Shade Dara ma'am" He replied when asked his name.It was at this time Shazar decided to let his opinion be known by letting loose a low growl. "Don't mind Shazar ma'am it's how he always greets strangers.