Mabel

How do I even begin to describe these days. I set out with a game in mind. Fun, even. And what fun it was. Risky even for me. I learnt my tricks from Mabel, a feisty dark haired Bree-girl I may have mentioned before. She was a competent thief. In those days I must have known Rannie. But we never spoke. There were many faces in the Alley I do not remember. My appearance has changed much since those grubby days as well. I had jet black hair, the brigands had mashed some strange concoction together and smeared it in my hair to change it's colour so as I would not appear foreign.