Dirtydave1974
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I am the guy who can get it for you. Especially if it belongs to someone else. Swords, jewels, clothes, maps, documents, it's all fair game. I don't like to call myself a master thief, but I really like it when other people call me that. I have been known to encourage them.
Is it dangerous work? Only if you get caught. Is it honest work? That depends on your definition of honest. Is it fun? You bet. It is my observation in life that men with a profession that is that little dangerous tend to do better with the ladies as well.
Sometimes danger can be its own reward. Sometimes the more dangerous a job is the more rewarding it is.
For instance I was approached by a client, who was very interested in acquiring a pendant. It was rumoured to possess certain magical properties, which in and of itself wasn't of interest to me. But it was made from mythril and at its centre was a ruby bigger than a babies hand.
I always like to steal things that have value in and of themselves. That way if my client is unable to pay my fee I can Hawke the item off. Surprising how often that happens. Honour amongst thieves, huh
My fee for this item was significant. On account of the fact that the lady currently in possession of said item wasn't a local. She had, for reasons best know to herself, taken residence in a volcano on a nearby island.
My first impression of this island was that it was like giant wart puffing up from beneath the ocean. My second impression was that it was like being trapped under the sheets of my bed while my big brother farted on my face. Not somewhere you wanted to take the missus on holiday. The stench from the volcano only increased the closer I approached her cave. I was curious, on one level, to see the kind of woman who would make her home here. I was less curious to actually meet her, which is what happened.
Is it dangerous work? Only if you get caught. Is it honest work? That depends on your definition of honest. Is it fun? You bet. It is my observation in life that men with a profession that is that little dangerous tend to do better with the ladies as well.
Sometimes danger can be its own reward. Sometimes the more dangerous a job is the more rewarding it is.
For instance I was approached by a client, who was very interested in acquiring a pendant. It was rumoured to possess certain magical properties, which in and of itself wasn't of interest to me. But it was made from mythril and at its centre was a ruby bigger than a babies hand.
I always like to steal things that have value in and of themselves. That way if my client is unable to pay my fee I can Hawke the item off. Surprising how often that happens. Honour amongst thieves, huh
My fee for this item was significant. On account of the fact that the lady currently in possession of said item wasn't a local. She had, for reasons best know to herself, taken residence in a volcano on a nearby island.
My first impression of this island was that it was like giant wart puffing up from beneath the ocean. My second impression was that it was like being trapped under the sheets of my bed while my big brother farted on my face. Not somewhere you wanted to take the missus on holiday. The stench from the volcano only increased the closer I approached her cave. I was curious, on one level, to see the kind of woman who would make her home here. I was less curious to actually meet her, which is what happened.