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 Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 5:41 pm
"More talented than you know." Kalends smirked, unable to resist. It was rare that his skills were recognized, and while he was still a little suspicious, he reasoned that if Drustan hadn't acted to try and capture him already, then maybe he could trust this man. "If you were at that meeting, then you must have heard of a certain 'infamous thief'. All good thieves, especially us infamous ones, need allies," a shadow flicked across Kalends' face as he thought of the Thieves' Guild awaiting him in Edgecrest, "and I'd be wrong to think that a clever merchant and a skilled thief couldn't come to an arrangement that benefits both parties."
It certainly didn't mean that they would be sharing all their secrets, but it was a start. Kalends didn't often take people up on alliances, but he had to admit that Drustan had a point. If things were coming to a head for Grimms and Kalends continued to get mixed up in it, he would need someone at his back. And right now, the merchant was looking like a pretty good ally.
"You've invited me into your house, knowing what I am, on good faith, so I'll make you a gesture of my own in return." Kalends grinned, teacup balanced gracefully in one hand. "You've seen my skills. Isn't there something in that little black book of yours that you'd like to have in your possession? Ask, and if I can do it without attracting undue attention, it can be yours."
Part of it was a sweetener to seal their alliance. But most of it was honestly because Kalends wanted to make sure his thieving skills hadn't dulled, and the challenge of a new city seemed quite perfect after his long travels.
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2012 8:43 pm
Drustan's demeanor brightened noticeably when Kalends made his offer. It was an unexpected but very welcome boon. Especially as he had a certain individual in his sights and a brilliant plan that he had as of yet been unable to find a way to enact. But with the thief's help... "I do believe I will take you up on your offer. The task is not a simple one, but I imagine you're up to the challenge. There is a gentleman in town, quite wealthy, by the name of Edward Pryor. He is rather well respected in many of the circles I run in and offers more competition than I care for. He always carries a delicate lady's glove in an inner pocket of his jacket. You'll know it by the seed pearls embroidered lavishly over it's entire surface. He never takes it out in public but as far as I can tell he always has it on his person. If you can manage to bring it to me, I would greatly appreciate it. In return I will give you a key to my stable house. Should you ever need a place to safely hide, you can go and stay there, or have one of the boys there send word to me and I will arrange for something more comfortable. Have we a deal?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2012 9:49 pm
Kalends nodded. A lady's glove from a gentleman's coat pocket, huh? Easy.
It didn't take a genius to be able to guess that the wily merchant had something less than pleasant in mind for Mr. Pryor. But that was immaterial to Kalends. All that mattered was the thrill of a good hunt, and it seemed that Drustan was more than capable of providing that for him.
Grinning, the thief accepted the offer. "I think you'll find this a most equitable business arrangement." Kalends was sure that he would benefit, too. Having another place to hide out, especially one in a city as close as Prybridge, was always good. He was cautious by nature, and while his pride forced him to seek greater and greater goals, a part of him also knew that keeping a good network to disappear into would be vital if he were ever caught. "Expect a pleasant surprise." He smirked as he bowed himself out, walking again through the grand halls and passing out through the front door. Once on the streets, he disappeared as easily as ever, melting back into the crowds of the city as one more nameless pedestrian.
He spent the rest of the day gathering information. Prybridge was indeed a new city for Kalends and he had no established contacts beyond Drustan. He found out, either through gold or intimidation, Pryor's address and cased the house, looking for its weaknesses and points in which he might enter in case he was unable to encounter the man on the street. After all, even gentlemen had to take their jackets off sometime. Once he had his mark, Kalends watched the man closely, waiting for his opportunity.
The next day, a small parcel, wrapped in rough burlap cloth and addressed in a strange, spiked handwriting to the master of the house, would be found in a corner of the stable, half-obscured by hay. When unwrapped, the package would contain only two things: a delicate white glove, its pearls glimmering in the morning sunlight, and a slip of paper on which was written a single word.
Deal.
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