The Adventures of Larson and Garrett - On the Honor of Thieves

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ed a defined poor district, and there were no mines in the vicinity, the city was still home to farmers and construction workers, small shop owners, seam

beginning. His friends were nowhere to be found, and detective Mathew was off investigating the whereabouts of the thieves or assassins who had broken into the libratoreum. Though warned to keep his nose clean f

a gap toothed, red-h

spired. The city folk were in an uproar to be sure; they made claims that the guard were incompetent, that such a major attack

Garrett knew that if such a thing were true, Prince Roan would have to be involved, and he was no thief; he was possibly the last remaining, redeemable ruler in the entire country. Besides, no thieves would have been able to get past Rolas's magickal barriers, much less stab him in the back. It's rare

eves' guild is a concept worthy of consideration, he surmised. Thieves were privy to information, which was easily bought

a purse full of coin was a great way to start his own investigation. But where to start? He wondered. It would take days to roam the extensive sewers, supposing that's where th

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another round, and he waved the barkeep off before plunking down a few coppers. Then, he quickly snatched the

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"I'll pay you extra if y

yer' teeth if you don

s pouch. He placed the coins on the bar, and Rowdy scooped them

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rivate we could chat.

ioned with his head to the door next to the booze shelf. The barkeep shuffled to and then through the door. A second later, Garrett followed su

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ally. "Leave it ta' the head of the house ta' w

woman, or

arrett in

and cleaned his hands on a damp rag. "Alls I know is that on occasion a man comes

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fence, but no one actually gives him anythin', s

in, " Garrett pried. Rowdy shru

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utside, Rowdy and Marietta were yapping at each other about dirty clutter. Once the fencer shut the door behind him, h

lt of wood, and over to a fountain of sculpted stone made to look like a voluptuous woman pouring water eternally from a carafe. The fountain was small, so the statue was only about three feet tall, and across from it, in front of a local grocer, were two,

present himself at all, but there was nothing else for Garrett to do. Gritting his teet

the architecture was rather sublime, polished oak and mahogany glinted in a dazzling array of refracted, magickal light. Taking a deep breath to rela

He had been happy then, carefree. It was different now; he had a purpose, a vengeful calling. Unfortunately, none of the citizenry fit the description Rowdy had given about the man.

h a wooden pipe between his teeth turned around. His arm w

ney, vagabond, "

want to give it to yo

pipe from his teeth-but his wife smacked him

take a few coppers. I need you two to sit at the bench over there, " he said pointing. "I need

elly. He gave her a dirty look then whispered something to her. She whispered some

t pulled the coins from his

he asked if the man he was looking for had appeared, and they shook their heads, so he bid them a good night, and r

rting to dim. A new insight came unto the fencer. He stood, arched his back, rubbed his cheeks, and marched back inside Rowdy's. Most of t

he said without