She bows to no one.
It was up to debate whether the man had found Thal or if she had found him. His exposed coin purse on the bar countertop had nearly jumped into her hand when she'd overheard him drunkenly complaining to the tavern owner about struggling to find any takers for a "dangerous" job with the included bonus of screwing over some egotistic bullies. She almost tore the offer from his throat, her eagerness obviously frightening him. Then he mentioned the "anonymous" part and Thal's enthusiasm vanished. What was the point of causing chaos if you didn't get to bask in the glory? She was in the process of walking away... then tears and hiccupped pleas started. His face seemed to crumple in desperation, the snot on his face and receding hairline giving him the appearance of a blubbering baby. Not wanting to dirty her new cloak and not feeling particularly sympathetic, Thal made it to the door before he stopped her, promising to let her take any of the other treasures stored with the supposed "family heirloom".
Now Thal found herself weaving through the Outer Brambles in the middle of the night with the instructions to meet her assigned accomplice. Her black hood was pulled up completely and a matching black scarf covered everything except her striking blue eyes. She had pulled her hair back to hide their inky curls. Other than her short stature, no features were exposed to imply her feminine nature. Although she wanted to walk in screaming her name and claiming all the credit, she couldn't have rumors spreading that she broke her word (even if the employer was suspicious). And what better way to disguise her identity than to hide her gender?
Just as the client assured her, a figure stood waiting at the agreed upon location. Thal paused, taking note of the man's blonde hair, cloak, and mask. They looked like an interesting pair with equally questionable intentions. If he was anything like her, they wouldn't have any issues pulling this off.
She stepped into his vicinity and nodded her head in silent acknowledgement. Not waiting for his response, she began surveying the area for recent signs of the troublesome group.
Now Thal found herself weaving through the Outer Brambles in the middle of the night with the instructions to meet her assigned accomplice. Her black hood was pulled up completely and a matching black scarf covered everything except her striking blue eyes. She had pulled her hair back to hide their inky curls. Other than her short stature, no features were exposed to imply her feminine nature. Although she wanted to walk in screaming her name and claiming all the credit, she couldn't have rumors spreading that she broke her word (even if the employer was suspicious). And what better way to disguise her identity than to hide her gender?
Just as the client assured her, a figure stood waiting at the agreed upon location. Thal paused, taking note of the man's blonde hair, cloak, and mask. They looked like an interesting pair with equally questionable intentions. If he was anything like her, they wouldn't have any issues pulling this off.
She stepped into his vicinity and nodded her head in silent acknowledgement. Not waiting for his response, she began surveying the area for recent signs of the troublesome group.
Thalassa
