Thief

The cave yawned wide before her like the mouth of some slumbering beast. Deorla stepped into its gullet with blade in hand and eyes sharp in the dark. The scent of old fire, unwashed bodies, and rotted meat clung thick to the air. This was no mapmaker’s den. It was a nest.

Orcs. And not few.

The nearly empty whiskey bottle tipped over, clattering against the stones as the young woman rolled over in her sleep. The noise was enough to rouse her from the exhausted stupor and she reached out, groping to right the bottle before it spilled any more of it's precious contents.

It was the end of a long and exhausting day, as Dorvus had returned to his hideout in Highburg, after a long day of gathering information, where years back, his old crew hanged out at. The tables of the inn outside his office remained empty, and all that were left were the memories Dorvus had kept, perhaps, one day, these tables would once more be filled with a brotherhood of thieves, perhaps...

Partners in crime

(A compilation of interactions involving Rilanu, his "sis", and the Elf male who betrayed them)