Colt. Colt was as common as dirt. His early life was stuck in the fields around Kirkwall until his drunk of a father made it intolerable. Then he’d been a street rat, pick-pocketing his way through Lowtown till he picked the right pocket. Alfred. Big old softy for a Coterie man, but it was better the old coot, than John Marc, and Colt losing his prize digits as penance. The two geezers had taken the skin and bone youth and gave him something, not a home, but his life and dexterous fingers.
Colt’s grin grew wide as Stella brightly spoke, teeth flashing briefly at the returned wink. [color=#c10300]“Well Stella, my name's Sonny,”[/color] he’d offer, using one of the many aliases he’d adopted over the years. He left out a laugh, [color=#c10300]“Aye? Well… that don’t bode well.” [/color]This boss was one shitty planner. Regret gnawed at his gut. What had he let himself in for?
With Stella taking the offer, following after the boss and dwarf, the shadow lingered much to his disappointment. [color=#c10300]“I don’t bite darlin’, I swear, but suit yourself.”[/color] Shrugging it off, he’d walk on, following in the direction of the others. She wanted the shadows so bad? Fine, he’d give them up. Colt still had his legs, and they hadn’t failed him yet.
The Tithe House wasn’t far away and from the final checkpoint, the group had a good vantage of the relatively light security surrounding it. The thief’s brow furrowed at the intended target, though. [color=#c10300]“I thought you said this was a clean vault. There ain’t fuck all clean about this.” [/color]
Colt’s grin grew wide as Stella brightly spoke, teeth flashing briefly at the returned wink. [color=#c10300]“Well Stella, my name's Sonny,”[/color] he’d offer, using one of the many aliases he’d adopted over the years. He left out a laugh, [color=#c10300]“Aye? Well… that don’t bode well.” [/color]This boss was one shitty planner. Regret gnawed at his gut. What had he let himself in for?
With Stella taking the offer, following after the boss and dwarf, the shadow lingered much to his disappointment. [color=#c10300]“I don’t bite darlin’, I swear, but suit yourself.”[/color] Shrugging it off, he’d walk on, following in the direction of the others. She wanted the shadows so bad? Fine, he’d give them up. Colt still had his legs, and they hadn’t failed him yet.
The Tithe House wasn’t far away and from the final checkpoint, the group had a good vantage of the relatively light security surrounding it. The thief’s brow furrowed at the intended target, though. [color=#c10300]“I thought you said this was a clean vault. There ain’t fuck all clean about this.” [/color]
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