BL3 Ava - Private thread for Orelalaith

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Private thread for Orelalaith

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She wanted more. The easiest thing would have been to carry on the family business. It was comfortable work with comfortable, but not lucrative, pay, working for the Irongate Guild of Thieves – her father a talented forger, a skill much in demand in a trading city, and her mother a fairly renowned burglar. But they were never independent. It was all contract work, which meant that others got gold while her parents got silver. The IGoT was fair, and steady, probably due to the management being largely dwarven, but that also meant a halfling was never going to make a big splash there.
So, put in the time. Learn the trade. Get good at it. Then leave before life becomes an endless game of hire and salary working for someone else. And she’d done it. She’d gotten out. And she’d gotten out of Irongate, because to work there as an independent thief would bring shame to her parents, not to mention that she’d be unable to use any of the guild’s resources.

Zelradton had been an eye-opener. There were abundant opportunities, but abundant dangers as well. Being small was a blessing, because it caused others to underestimate her (being tallfellow, she could pass as a human child most of the time) and a curse, because that city could swallow up an unaccompanied child, or someone who looked like an unaccompanied child. And Zelradton, being capital of a province torn by conflict, had embraced a draconian form of governance while at the same point being quite corrupt. She stayed only long enough to replenish her purse and set out again, heading east toward Hexpools, where rumor had it things were more bohemian and freer.

She’d made a friend in Zelradton. Not a friend, really, but an acquaintance. A thief called Temen, a young human man of about sixteen, and big for his age, and also in urgent need of leaving the city. It seemed safer to travel with him than alone, but his attitude and his rashness had gotten them kicked out of an eastbound caravan three days ago, leaving them stranded in the middle of nowhere. They’d continued walking east, figuring they’d find a village to hole up in until the next caravan arrived, and it seemed to be working. They’d seen far-off smoke from cookfires in the distance two days ago, and had pushed through the night to arrive, hungry and tired, yesterday.

The battle today had come as quite a shock as they were trying to get themselves situated. And Temen, in his eagerness to snatch what he could from a caravan that had rolled in just as the village came under attack, had made one mistake too many. He’d been killed by an Imp soldier intent on doing the same.

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Grace - Would you mind please picking a different green. That neon one is really had to read against the board theme that I use. I posted a pic on the FB chat of what it looks like on my screen.