You know the one thing I'll give many of these Bree-Landers is that they are, for the most part hard working and genuine people. Though there are quite a few that aren't, and those that are not are rather crafty in their own right.
Funny, rather funny I think that I sneak about at night gathering with locals. I met two fellows in the beggars alley whilst looking for trouble. Alaric and Cedryc, two men who dressed far too well to be crouching and begging for coin.
In what was a seemingly never ending stand off, all three of us laughed nervously. All of us had our hands on the hilts of our weapons, and from what I'd gathered they could tell I was not some helpless wanderer. What's far more interesting was their business proposal.
I could get well enough by, collecting bounties for the guard. Or I could revel in coin, bathe in it's luxuries as I did back home. To steal from those pig-headed fools who had far more than they needed, it's almost poetic.
They led me to a literal hole in the wall, not too far from where we met in the alley. A few other men of seemingly indifferent caliber sat huddled around a game of some sort. While a few others peered curiously, sharpening their blades with equally vicious glances.
Alaric said to me, that these men did just as he did. Steal from those who would not miss a single coin. Who stole from the people, and bullied from behind their desks.
Fair enough I figure, I've not a problem stealing from men who could care less of those who sit dying, starving, and rotting in that Alley. To have no soul, for me at least would mean you've no need for extra coin. What are you to spend it on afterall?
That rang through my head often last night, what would I spend this extra coin on? I thought, quite often that perhaps I could use it to open a lodge for the misfortunate. For those whose next meal was never guaranteed.
Seems like I'm in line with some miscreants.
Mischief is certain to follow.
