A Nameless Association

[Lady_Gamer]

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I intend to recruit a few more writers a little later on in the story so feel free to send me a message if you're interested in more info. Available roles will include the princess and one of her father's knights. There is the potential for other characters, so if an idea strikes you, feel free to send it my way. Thanks in advance for your interest!

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Enderthal City, the capital of a human Empire, was remarkably quiet at night. That is not to say that criminal activity was not rampant under the cover of darkness; it merely implied that such things were conducted in an efficient (and subtle) fashion.

A nameless association lorded the revenues from vice-driven industries and morally corrupt endeavors – a council of Elders maintained order among the assassins, thieves, dealers, and whores. Upon joining the crime syndicate, members were expected to forsake their birth name in the interest of muddling identities. Elders re-designated individuals during their induction ceremonies. After generations of this practice, an emergence of legacy names occurred. If you were a run-of-the-mill recruit, or not superbly favored from your particular field, likely your handle would be borderline ridiculous.

Such as: Redboot. The young half-elf woman was a skilled thief – the Elders had even gone so far as to call her promising. She was quick, stealthy, and she had an uncanny ability to detect and disarm traps/alarms. Despite only being in the association for a few years, she was relied on heavily for high priority item extractions. Redboot was confused, then, when her superiors gave her a new task – one in which she was almost certain was beyond her skill set.

“I’m not a whore or an assassin,” she reminded the Elder flatly.

“Redboot… I’m not asking you to do this. I’m giving you orders.”

The woman frowned and studied the older male for several moments. “You honestly think I’m capable of murdering a legacy named assassin?”

The man leaned back in his chair nonchalantly. “Hopefully it will not come to that. Both of your lives are in your hands – keep him distracted…and happy. If you fail to convince him to remain uninvolved…”

“In what, exactly?”

The man narrowed his eyes slightly. “Just keep Reaver in his fucking house for a couple of days. He cannot be permitted to have contact with anyone but you. If he gets involved in anything while under your watch, you had better have died trying to stop him or you will face a fate far worse than death.”

The woman gave a defeated sigh. She knew she didn’t have a choice in the matter – the association was all she had. “Why me?” she asked after a short pause.

The man scoffed. “I’ve been informed that our friend the assassin has a taste for women with pointy ears.”

His words cut on multiple levels. Redboot tried not to show it. Her violet eyes watched unflinchingly as the man mocked her race and gender in a single fell swoop; she had no defense. So far as society was concerned, the half-elf was a shameful product – and in this part of the world, they were relatively rare. Whereas elves had once lived within the Enderthalian Empire, the more recent of human generations decided that elves were meant to be slave stock so most of the race fled rather than remain and serve. Redboot was only “tolerated” and spared bondage because she was born to a human mother of some status. Still, few humans felt compelled to treat her any better than the slave she may as well have been. An honorable life wasn’t an option - the association was truly all she had - the Elder knew this. When she didn’t respond with a refusal to go play nice like a good little whore, the man smiled cruelly and slid a paper across his solid wooden desk.

“Here’s his address. You need to be there five minutes ago.”

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Redboot approached the residence with an understandable amount of apprehension. Had someone sent a message to this renowned assassin ahead of her arrival? What had happened between him and the association? What did he know that they didn’t want getting out? Was the situation tense enough that this assassin might eviscerate the association’s offering on his doorstep?

…Was it possible that the Elder was just fucking with Redboot about the importance of her ‘distracting’ his favorite assassin?

The half-elf woman wasn’t sure whether she should be afraid or angry.

As she stepped up to his door, Redboot took a deep breath and resolved to remain strong. She had to get through this. She knocked heavily, thrice, and waited.

Redboot briefly considered her appearance. Her Elder had all but directly insisted that she sexually occupy the man for a few days – and yet the woman had not taken time to change into the provocative dress of a prostitute. She was at the stranger’s doorstep in her usual ensemble; the garb of any thief. Or assassin, she mused. Both groups had a tendency to primarily wear black. She imagined a glimpse at her dark leather armor peeking out from under her hooded cloak and immediately moved to reveal herself more properly.

The hood dropped to reveal golden hair that cascaded over her shoulders in a soft curl. She was fair skinned and seemed to have primarily elven physicality - she stood 5’6” and was of a slight build and sharp features. The woman opened her cloak and allowed the material to rest on the back of her shoulders, giving a full view to the occupant of the residence that she was not actively armed. Her armor wasn’t impressive – unless one was looking past the thin leather scraps that “protected” the womanly curves underneath. Redboot’s breasts were a firm and perfectly rounded C cup; her small frame supported them marvelously. Her body was trim and toned as well as one would expect of a nimble rogue.

 

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All was quiet within the small house. Little was contained within. No item of real value, at least not for an average person. A single lantern lit the small desk where Reaver worked. His eyes never leaving the table as he tinkered and fiddled with his equipment. It was all he knew, it was the only thing he could do. Reaver was born to an elven mother out of wedlock. But he seemed to look more human, the result of having a human father, at least that what his mother thought. The only indication of his elven roots was that of his slightly pointed ears. That is if his mother hadn’t clipped them to look normal when he was a child.

“A necessary procedure” she said “for a good and honest life.” The word still haunted him even to this day as his mother’s efforts to give him a proper life were in vain. As of now he stood as one of the Association’s most prized assassins. His true name known only to the elders and himself, forgotten by everyone else along with any reminisce of his former life.

His dark brown eyes shifted a bit as he remembers his mother. His hand moving as it rose the tip of his ear, a small scar that seemed to sting him even to this day. How he remembered that night and the pain. He quickly came back to reality, brushing a strand of his black hair as he went back to work. He had to prepare himself. Every bit of his instinct told him that the Elders were displeased with his decision of not killing the king.

It was always said that the Association was to never interfere with politics. That meant to never targeting any royalty or foreign emissaries. Something was wrong, and Reaver knew it. He would have to find out why they wanted the king dead.

Suddenly Reaver turned around as he heard the footsteps near the door. He blew the lantern out to conceal himself in the dark as he peaked out the window to see who was at his door. The person was small, a bit petite; however they seemed to wear about the same garbs are him. Reaver had felt the Elders would send someone to take care of him. The code of the Association always dictated that should a member ever have to be killed that they would never kill them in their own home, but with recent events this led Reaver to believe that the rules were no longer sacred.

He didn’t answer the knock at first; he simply studied the visitor as they removed their hood. A woman, and an elf no doubt. The female’s ears poked out just a bit from her golden hair. She looked a bit uncertain as she began to adjust herself. She was green, and he could see it. Reaver was perplexed as to why she was here. Perhaps her appearance was a front. A beautiful and seemingly inexperienced elven woman coming to kill him.

Despite the thought of the woman being any threat, Reaver decides to go anyway. His dagger hidden within his left sleeve as he went to the door. He put his hand upon the door knob, twisting it as he reveals himself to the woman. He looks at her. Reaver stood 6 foot even, average build. His eyes starred into hers with suspicion as he asked a very formal question,

“Can I help you?”

 

[Lady_Gamer]

Redboot took a deep breath just prior to the door beginning to open - she stood with false confidence as the movement of the wooden barrier revealed a dark interior. Her expression betrayed some uncertainty at that fact - she nearly expected someone to lunge out at her from the shadows.

It was mere seconds before her eyes found the form of Reaver. As a half-elf, she could see well enough in the dark - just not so well that a legacy named assassin wouldn't be able to get the jump on her in such circumstances as this. She took a moment to take in his physical features and expression as he spoke. It suddenly seemed likely that no one had informed him of the arrangement, guessing my the obvious distrust in which he regarded her.

"Reaver? I'm Redboot. I...uh..." She shifted her weight uncomfortably. "An associate of ours would like me to discuss some business arrangements with you." She paused, watching for his reaction. The woman's red eyes focused on Reaver's - she didn't fear him, despite the fact that he was what he was - but it was obvious that she felt a little awkward about their current situation. "If you don't mind, I'd rather not discuss it in the street."

Redboot made a small gesture with her hand, one that was signified in reference to honor among thieves. She had no way of knowing that the association was scheming to abandon the rules for the sake of power, so she didn't realize that Reaver may not be assured by such a thing. In any case, she intended it as a promise that she wasn't here to try to kill him in his home.

 

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Redboot

The name stuck with Reaver ever after she presented herself. He had only heard her name here and there within the association. She was a thief still learning, at least according to the elders. As he hung on to her words, he studied her form. Her word seemed to come out nervously and uncertain. It was as if she had no clue why she was there to begin with. Thieves within the association were not generally killers as they were more encouraged to run rather than fight, so why was she here?

With the gesture and request on entering, Reaver took the elf’s hand into his. He gripped her wrist, his finger exploring her lower arm for any weapons. He was gentle, his gloves moving softly, his eyes never leaving her’s as he let go. Aside from a few lock picks and such, she was clean. Reaver opened his door wider as he motioned inside, following her from behind.

Reaver’s “home” seemed a derelict. He rarely stayed in the same place for long, moving from place to place making it hard for anyone to truly track him. It was hard but with the recent behavior of the elders, he felt it was necessary even more so.

A table and two chairs lay in the middle of the room. Reaver lit two lanterns as he offered Redboot a seat. For a moment they were silent. Reaver look up and down at Redboot. Reaver could not deny his affinity for elves. He had gotten in trouble with the elder many times for injuring a townsman who was beating or even berating an elf.

It’s the way things are

The words of the elders still made his blood boil and make the bile in his stomach bubble. He was tired of the way things are and from the sound of it so were the elders. “If this is about the certain task that the elders asked of me, I’ve already made my decision.” said Reaver to the elf. “I don’t see how bringing you would convince me other wise.”

 

[Lady_Gamer]

The young half elf's eyes followed Reaver's hands as they moved for hers. She remained still as he grabbed at her wrist and made no attempt to stop him from feeling up her arm. Her gaze returned to his, her expression somewhat more relaxed than before. He had no reason to trust her, nor her him - but the manner in which he checked her for weapons gave her a large amount of relief. It was easily the most gentle pat-down she had ever received.

Redboot stepped into the house when the man granted her passage. She moved without hesitation, allowing the almost-stranger to remain behind her as she entered the dark interior. She waited for Reaver to secure his door and light lanterns, taking a seat only after invited. Several moments of silence passed as Redboot considered the best way to present her purpose for being here. In the meantime, her eyes explored the man's features. Were her mind not otherwise occupied, she might not have assumed that he was simply an exceptionally attractive human.

His words gave her a good place to start her explanation. "I'm not here to attempt to change your mind. The Elders claim to respect your decision in the matter." She paused briefly. "They are, however, extremely concerned about whatever knowledge they imparted to you regarding the job. Enough so that...well. Here we are." Redboot gave a soft sigh as she crossed her arms over her chest, leaning back in her chair. "I'm going to blunt. I'm only here because someone has a thing for elves - that, and my bosses value my life very little. Apparently."

She looked away from Reaver, not wanting him to see how deep the cut was. She took only a second to recompose herself with a deep breath. Redboot returned her gaze to the man before continuing. "Anyway. I've been instructed to keep you confined to your home while...whatever...plays out. If you try to get involved, they're going to kill both of us. I've been told to expect a few days to a week for alternate arrangements to be carried out."

The woman watched the man's reaction as she spoke, trying to guess what sort of response she would receive. She was rather contemptuous of the situation at present, as was evident by her tone - it was for this reason that she failed to immediately offer herself as the whore she was told that she was. She had no doubt that Reaver understood her intended purpose without her announcing it directly.

 

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For Redboot to offer herself like a common harlot to Reaver was an insult to both him and her. He was half elf so his affinity was reasonable, but to offer Redboot like a trinket angered him. He didn’t show it though. He could the look of in Redboot face, not wanting to be there and the feeling of little respect she was given by the Elders. It was then that Reaver felt for her. He knew that feeling all too well for far too long. It was a feeling he lived with all his life.

The Assassin put his hand on the table as he leaned a bit forward, his dark brown eyes meeting Redboot’s. “I’ve heard a bit about you,” he said softly “A half elf who chooses the like of a thief because it’s the only life she can lead.” As he spoke those words, his eyes looked away in thought. Elves, even half bloods were always accused of thievery, murders, and the lot even when they weren’t around. As Reaver got older, he figured if he was going to be accused of such crimes, he might as well prove them right. Perhaps that’s the way Redboot thought as well.

Reaver’s main thoughts returned as he looked back at Redboot “I have no intention on taking advantage of you, not in the way the Elder would like me to at least.” the Assassin smiled a bit “The Association is changing and not for the better. I know you can see as I can. Killing a king has never been done and for them to ask of such a task is suspicious. I feel there is something deeper behind this. I want you to help me find out why they want the king dead.” It was a gamble to ask the thief for assistance, but her choices were slim. She could try to stop him only to meet her own end, or she could run to the very people who sent her there, the very people who have such little respect for an elf.

 

[Lady_Gamer]

As the man spoke, Redboot found herself staring into his eyes. His initial words didn't carry well with her - when one of the association stated that they had heard of her, it was typically followed with a compliment to her skill...not a brief summary of the fact that she had little other prospect because of her heritage. He looked away just in time to miss the narrowing of her eyes. Who was he to speak so plainly about her lot in life? It wasn't that his assumption was false, of course. It just...it always burned when some fucking human reminded her of her place, regardless of how they went about speaking the truth.

Her thoughts carried her gaze to Reaver's ear. She studied the shape to verify her self-righteousness in the matter. Of course he would be human - his level of fame left little doubt in the matter. Redboot had heard his name countless times, dozens of stories about his successes. Not once had anyone cared to mention his race. Which meant, of course, that he was one of them.

It was with some surprise, then, that the woman soaked in the details along the top seam of his ear. Is that...scarring?

The prospect was immediately terrifying - Redboot suffered a short shot of pain at the mere thought of such a mutilation. Her mind reeled with questions but was interrupted by Reaver's continued words.

Her eyes returned to his, her expression significantly softened from her former glare. Her arms uncrossed as he spoke of what it was the association had asked of him.

"Wait...what? They wanted you to assassinate the king?"

Redboot's expression was one of calculated thought rather than concern. It was reasonable that she would have no love for the king - his policies directly caused for her kind to be treated so badly, after all.

"...I'm going to be honest, Reaver. It seems a very stupid idea to cross our Elders." She tore her eyes away from his and stood. She bit her lower lip lightly and took to pacing the room. "As soon as either one of us leaves this dwelling, we're going to be considered as hostiles. I somehow imagine that having every assassin in Enderthal City at our heels would significantly reduce our ability to investigate anything." Her feet had carried her to a wall, she turned to face the dark haired man. "Besides...what good would it do for us? We're enemies to the throne - miserable miscreants without a soul - do you think our efforts would be appreciated? If we went to the authorities, they'd likely torture us for more information. If you somehow manage to save the pig of a king, do you think he'll absolve you of your crimes? Take you to his breast and love you as a brother?" Her tone had turned rather bitter.

 

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Reaver’s eyes moved as they followed Redboot. Watching the half elf moving around as she spoke. Her points were valid. The king paid little respect the elves that seeing meet his maker would quite possibly be a wondrous event. Reaver would be lying if he didn’t dream of slitting his throat like pig and dump him into the mud with the other swine. The problem was that killing any political figure was forbidden by the Association and for them request such an act was very troubling and even more so by the Elder refusing any explanation.

“What I have done bears on my shoulders alone.” replied Reaver “I could care less if the king absolves me of my crimes.”

The assassin stood up. His eyes gaze at Redboot as he blew out the lantern, the moon shining from the window served as the only source of light within the house. “To be honest, I’m rather disappointed in you.” confess Reaver “There are more than one ways to skin a cat and there are more than one ways to...”

Reaver went silent, his eyes seemingly still on the half elf and yet elsewhere. He walked ever so slightly to Redboot, his hand pressing against her stomach as he pushed her against the wall. I looked like an act of seduction. His left hand remained upon her torso while his right rested on her waist. He was gentle his eyes looking down as her figure before meeting her once more. He leaned forward as he began to whisper to her.

“A man outside the window on the roof of the house across the street.” he said softly “He has a crossbow. The elder have sent him to make sure you keep me here.” Reaver made it seemed he was rather fond of Redboot, nuzzling her cheek as his left hand lifted her leg. “We need to leave; I have a secret to the basement that leads to the sewers in the hall. Just make it make it seem that we’re lustful for one another. Unless you want the Elder and king to realize that you are more than just a retched elf.” There was so much more to all of this than killing the king, Reaver could feel it. He only hoped that Redboot could as well.

 

[Lady_Gamer]

The woman's eyes narrowed slightly in response to the word 'disappointment' - surely, were it not for Reaver interrupting himself, she would have started a fight with him about how he didn't know her. Or speak that he had no right to form an opinion about how she conducted herself, or...

She let him have his silence, studying his expression carefully. As he approached her, it was only briefly considered that now would be an opportune moment to execute an attack. Redboot could read the distraction in his eyes - he wasn't focused on her, despite the placement of his gaze. Likely he had noticed one of the half a dozen associates outside of his house. The woman's mind immediately went to the pair of daggers nestled beneath the small of her back. If he proved prepared - which was likely, certainly - those outside would rush to her assistance...right?

A small chill accompanied his touch. The half elf allowed herself to be guided backwards until she felt her back press against a wall. She watched the moonlight dance over Reaver's features as he leaned towards her - his whispered words were taken in with little surprise.

Redboot didn't expect his hand upon her leg; much less that the limb would respond so favorably. She found herself assisting the motion that brought her knee to the man's hip, her leg curling lightly around him.

"Just make it make it seem that we’re lustful for one another."

The woman's hands found their way to Reaver's chest rather naturally. Slowly, they slid upwards - by the time the man had finished talking, they had traveled over his shoulders. One hand trailed to the back of his head, her fingers lightly working across his scalp. The other cradled his upper back as she turned her face to his. She watched his eyes for several moments. It seemed likely that his plan would work - considering the hour, it wouldn't be suspicious in the least for two lovers to expend themselves and give in to sleep. Perhaps they'd even buy half a day before the lack of activity inside the house caused alarm. A soft smile crossed her lips.

"Well then. We had better be convincing..."

Redboot didn’t hesitate – as soon as she finished speaking, her mouth sought Reaver’s. Her lips would meet his, lightly pressing against the warm flesh. She would hold for a moment, simply savoring the feeling of their embrace. It didn’t take long, however, for her mind to catch up: she quickly reminded herself that…well. Despite whatever tender notions the contact may have caused within her, she couldn’t afford romance.

Her grip tightened slightly, pulling Reaver against her as she began to kiss him open-mouthed. The woman showed a surprising amount of passion in the endeavor, something that quickly translated to the rest of her body. The half elf suddenly became aware that she was bucking her hips against the man; a slight flush overtook her face. After a moment, Redboot recklessly abandoned her shame and threw caution to the wind – the nimble rogue jumped, wrapping her other leg around Reaver’s body.

 

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Reaver’s legs moved slowly as he embraced with Redboot. From a distance it seemed as if the young female had done right by the elders and given herself to the assassin. His motions toward her were more sweet and kind than lustful as he breathed upon her neck, one hand still upon her leg while the other moved slowly behind her backs. With every second he moved closer and closer to the end of the hall. There lied the cellar where they could make their escape. Yet as he moved, he could see a bit of fluster within thief even in the darkness of the room as a soft smile came from her lips.

"Well then. We had better be convincing..."

Redboot’s kiss had caught Reaver off guard for a moment. Her soft lips sending a tremor to his heart as he struggled to move with the young elf embracing him. He could feel her legs lifting and constricting around him, her hips moving toward him as her lips parted. It was as if she was holding on for dear life. There was something more within their embrace. He could feel Redboot giving in, and then he felt himself doing the same.

His hands now both onto her back, moving under her garbs wanting to feel her soft flesh. He knew of the dagger on the small of her back for some time, but now he simply didn’t care. Their kissing seemed to intensify, as one kiss followed another. Reaver beginning to kiss along her neck, softly sucking upon the skin as his eyes noticed where they were.

He stopped his sexual advance and looked upon the thief. He brushed a small strand of her hair way from her face as he gave her playful smile. With that he jumped onto the cellar door. The door fell open as Reaver fell 10 feet with Redboot leg’s still wrapped around him. The lovely thief now on top of the assassin as the two landed on a stack of hay. Reaver’s hands rested soft along her thighs as she laid on top of him. To be honest, he didn’t mind the position or the view.

“Well… I suppose that’s enough of that.”

Reaver sat up as he got Redboot off him and began to look around. Aside from the moon light that crept from the upper floor, there was no illumination within the cellar. It was no trouble for the assassin. Many jobs had called for him to operate in the darkness. To him the world was so clear in the dark, it was one of the few times he ever felt truly safe.

“There’s a passage to the sewers in here and unless you want to answer to elder on how I trapped you here, I suggest you come with me.”

Reaver knew that the young female was still uncertain of him and would probably attempt to attack with her hidden blades. He didn’t want to hurt her though, not someone who was like him, an elf forced to do what they must to survive. He would kill here if he had to, even if it pained him the whole way through.

 

[Lady_Gamer]

The half elf ceased to think. For a brief moment, she forgot the peril they were both in - instead, cherishing the playful smile on the assassin's lips and the soft stroke of his hand across her cheek. It was, however, a short-lived retreat from reality. Reaver jumped onto the cellar door, which immediately gave way underneath them.

Redboot clung to the man tightly during the fall. Though a genuine spike of fear struck her from the sudden action, she managed to hold her tongue. There was no hiding her expression shortly after their impact in the stack of hay - she lifted her upper body slowly and looked down at the assassin with some surprise. Before she could utter a word on the subject of warnings, he spoke.

His hands removed themselves from her thighs - the woman slipped off of his lap as he sat up. As the thief climbed to her feet, she listened to what Reaver considered her options.

She gave a cocky grin. "I've yet to find a trap I can't spring, nor a cage I cannot escape. I highly doubt the elders would believe such a story." Redboot leaned to brush stray straw from her leggings. "Which is to say that I have little choice in the matter." She didn't sound bitter, as she had before. A hand gestured forward as she straightened her posture. "Lead the way."

Trusting your back to a rogue - well. It took a fair amount of confidence. Such a gesture often meant one considered themselves a friend to the vagrant...but in this case, the confidence would no doubt be placed in Reaver's ability to counter an attack from the admittedly less combatively trained associate. No one knew the distinct noise of a drawing blade better than an assassin.

Redboot would follow silently for several minutes, waiting until they were within the sewers to resume conversation. "So...what is the plan?" she'd ask as she approached walking abreast with the man. "Break into the elders' chambers and search for a trail? Abduct someone and demand answers? I'd say we have eight to twelve hours before they realize we've gone - whatever we do, we have little time for true subtly."

 

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The cellar was medium sized, dark and dank as the smell of the sewers faintly filled the air along with the sound of the rushing water below. The assassin made his way to the end of the room where a large chest sat. He listened to Redboot’s query as to what they would do. “First I need to change.” said Reaver as he began to open the chest as he took out a new set of clothes. He gave the thief no warning as he changed in front of her, stripping down to his knickers as he took on his new wears. They seemed slightly similar to those he wore for the Association, however the color was different. Instead of being covered in all black, the garbs seemed a bit lighter and the end seams were splashed with red.

Before fastening his gauntlets, the assassin took out one last thing from the chest. A retractable hidden blade. Reaver had built it after reading about the device from the achieves of the Association, but he never got a chance to use them. Now seemed like the best opportunity to do so. Reaver began to turn to Redboot as he fastens the blade under his left hand. It was bad enough being a half elf but to primarily use him left hand was looked upon even worse. He wondered if Redboot shared the same thought that so many had. He wondered if she thought he was sinister or wicked because of his south paw. To honest what with plotting against the elders, the evidence seemed to stack against him.

With his blade equipped and new garbs, he opened the manhole to lead to the sewers. “We need to leave the city first.” he said as he looked at the bottom of the manhole and back to Redboot. “I have a friend in Orin who can help us find out why the Elder want the king dead, maybe you can find some new clothes as well.” He walked over to her; she took her hand into his as he looked at her with sincerity. “I know you have no reason to believe me, nor whether my actions are correct. But I’m asking you from one knife ear to another to trust me at least for now.” Even with his ears cut, he could never deny his elven heritage. He hoped that was enough for Redboot to follow him.

 

[Lady_Gamer]

Redboot made no attempt to look away as the assassin removed his clothing, nor did she intensely study his exposed flesh. A few details of his muscular structure may have soaked into the eyes that primarily focused on Reaver's back - the woman watched as a prime opportunity to strike passed uneventfully. The man dressed and armed himself, turning towards her as he strapped his weapon to his left hand.

The half elf gave a slight tilt to her head as she noted his southpaw. While she dismissed the notion of such things relating to some inherent evil, she was well aware of it being an "infliction". She couldn't help but have sympathy for those wrongly judged by society on factors of which they had no control - likely her perspective was skewed from being a worthless halfbreed.

Her eyes returned to the man's face as he spoke. She watched as he approached and didn't seem opposed to having her hand taken. When he finished speaking, she didn't hesitate to offer her thoughts on the matter.

"I don't trust anyone, Reaver." She accompanied her withdrawing hand with a smile. "Which, truly, works in your favor. I'm at least as suspicious as you in regard to the Elders."

Redboot wasted no time in approaching the open manhole. She stared down into the sewers for a brief moment before resigning herself with a sigh - following it with a descent into the less than desirous environment. Once there, she waited for the assassin to join her before continuing to speak. "Perhaps this goes without saying...but I prefer to be blunt. I promise you nothing. Please don't misunderstand my present need to align with you as a loyalty." She'd follow Reaver towards their destination, having not the slightest idea where he intended for them to emerge. "Although? If its any consolidation...I will avoid crossing you directly merely for the fact of our shared heritage."

 

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As soon as Redboot took her decent, so did Reaver. He admired her honesty; after all she had not reason to trust him. With Reaver’s decent, the sound of running water and the putrid smell of the sewer filled his nostrils. He ignored it though as he motioned Redboot to follow. There was no need for lights for a thief and an assassin as their professions called for them to work within the shadows. They simply followed the small glint of moonlight that peeked on the other side, leading to the outer limits of the city. There was no talk between the two. All that could be heard was the water and their foot steps as the walked the sewers.

“I’ve had my suspicions about the Elder for sometime now.” said Reaver as he continued to walk. “The way they’ve been acting has been rather odd with the people they asked to kill and I assume even some of the various items they’ve requested even you to steal.” Generally thieves of the Association were permitted to steal what the wished with a few restrictions, but when they were called upon to steal on behalf of the Elder, it was a task they could not refuse.

The people the Elders would normally assign Reaver were usually baron or wealthy land lords, usually those who crossed the Association. As of late the people they asked to kill were rather random, average men of no real wealth. “I asked my associate in Orin to look into the matter. He requested that I see him in person.” After a half hour of walking through they had finally reached the end. The sewer ended at the river bank, the rancid smell of the sewer fading as the fresh scent of the woods became present. Reaver looked on as he now stood by Redboot. “We can camp around here for the night.” he said “They won’t notice us gone until afternoon and even then they’ll spend most of the day searching the city.” He motioned to Redboot as he began to search for a place to set up camp, for they would much to do in the morning.