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"Vincent seems a more fitting name." Shyam couldn't help but laugh at the interactions between Vincent and the Merchant. "I noticed that you didn't fight the part about 'scoundrals'," he winked at the merchant in amusement. "I fear that I lay claim to all three," he also shrugged as if it couldn't be helped.

"The Family Ali'ance and Regalia seem great and benevolent. That is wonderful. And I will swear secrecy and fealty to the guild with my life. I would expect it to be no other way."

Deftly, he caught the badge and quickly slipped it into one of the many pockets on his outfit. "I promise only to follow the path that you showed me. I made sure to commit it to memory." Shyam found himself rewalking the same path in his mind, just to make sure that he would never forget. "Thank you so much, kind sir, for bringing me here. I really appreciate it." He inclined his head in a bow of thanks as Vincent was leaving, almost laughing as the debonair man attracted women like honey to flies.

Shyam laughed with the merchant. "He may be bonkers, but he's good at what he does! Oh, yes, thank you, as long as the way out is exactly the same as the way in, I should be able to manage. Though, I'm curious, besides the merchants down here, are there places where I can get better training? After watching Vincent in action, I fear that my own skills are vastly lacking."

[[Continued in Thieve's Guild, pg 1]]

((No problem... I just copied over our quotes, and posted them over there. I'll keep the Thieve's Guild stuff there, and my personal life over here... Thanks for your help!))

[[Continued from Thieve's Guild, Pg 1]]

After training, Shyam retraced his steps, weary from all of the hard work. The sun had already risen, and the early morning merchants in Durem were setting up their stalls, as he made his way back to his apartment with weary steps.

Once home, Shyam flopped into bed, not caring to change. He just hoped that he'd get enough sleep to wake up in time to meet with Trelweny for their picnic.

[[Continued in Guild-Bass'Ken Lake, Pg 6]]

"I suppose I have a house here too," Odilen murmured, looking up at the clock tower. She knew exactly where the portal that reached the last haven of her Kin was, flickering up there among the gargoyles and other gothic decorations. "But... well. There's not much there. I keep nearly everything in my wagon, and that's in one of the coastal villages right now, sheltering the storm." Fortunately it wasn't so bad here, in fact it was mild and a bit humid.

"The red-light district, huh? Hrm. I suppose that might work. If nothing else we could ask some of the, ah, ladies of negotiable affection."

((Full disclosure: I stole that phrase from Terry Pratchett. XD))

"Hm... let me check." Odilen dipped into her money-pouch and found a few coins. "I have some, but not much," she admitted. "Storytelling brings in more by way of room, board and food than it does gold. But what I have... I'll use for the cause, I suppose." The Ieldi shrugged. "If nothing else, I can busk on a streetcorner until I get some more - though, I won't be doing that in the red-light district, people might get the wrong idea!" She flushed red for a moment.

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Shyam pushed his Chocobo as fast as he could, hoping that Vincent wasn't in any sort of trouble. He'd only met the man once, but he had him to thank for introducing him to the guild. He didn't want to help these unknown people track him down if they just wanted trouble. So he hoped to find Vincent first.

It took some time because of the storm, which luckily abated, the closer to Durem that he got. Once in town, he hurried to the Northern part, where the houses grew older.

He dismounted the Chocobo and tied it to a fence a block away, in case he needed her help some more, feeding her some Ghysal greens that he pulled from his pocket to placate her while waiting. Then, making sure that no one was around, he carefully made his way to the house that had been shown to him, wary so that he wouldn't get spotted.

With a deep breath, Shyam made his way through the front door, and followed the path that he'd been shown, to safety. Getting in while following his guide had been one thing, but this was his first time back on his own, so he walked with trepidation.

He breathed normally again, once he was on the steps and down into the underground hallway. Will the hilt of his short sword, he tapped on the marble plate and waited to be invited in.

[[continued in Guild-Thieve's Guild, pg 1]]

"Do I have any paper? Might as well ask if a garden has leaves!" Odilen winked and produced a fairly hefty roll of parchment and papers from her largest belt-pouch. "What do you want me to write?" She walked over to a building and used the wall as a writing surface, propping the paper up on it, removing a pen from her belt as well and looking at Quinn expectantly.

The wet and the cold was starting to get to him. Toughness and your immune system will only carry you so far. As he stomped towards Durem's walls, he was already sniffling, and snuffling, feeling a slight fever coming to himself. As he reached downtown, he was sneezing, and his stomach was feeling sick. When he was finally near the clocktower area, he was feeling the chills, shivers, and full effects that the cold and being wet could inflict upon him.

Suffice to say he was quite miserable. His ogrish nature was even telling him to just bite the heads off of everyone there and eat their bones. it might not make him better, but he'll feel better after Quinn made him tramp around in the foul weather.

It was thus looking sick as all hell, soaked to the bone, familiars and ogre, and with a very vile expression on his face he neared the open ground of the clocktower. His fists were clenched, and in his left, he was already holding his warclub in hand. The debate between ogre and human, crushing and eating everyone there, and hearing them out, was a pitched battle right now.