Another job, another prize. Holding a stunning necklace in hand, however, Xeveron wore quite a frown on his face. All the effort he had to go through just to get this piece would have absolutely been worth it had the rumors been true. A necklace with magic beyond compare, what was it again? The ability to rewind the aging of a body? If only that rumor had been true. A sigh and the legendary thief would wave his hand. A portal opening in front of him would open a door to another place.
Far off in the continent of Khovaire, a forest lie in wait. A forest housing a group of bandits that he knew very well. And once he exited the door, he came face to face with the guards and their gates. As if knowing exactly what to do, the guards just waved Xeveron inside. But the person he wanted to see wasn’t a client. No. It was a woman. The same woman who guided these vagabonds to the status they held today. As always, he would vanish into thin air before walking into their base. Though most who saw him at this point knew he meant no ill will.
Slinking around was just his thing. And as he made his way past several soldiers and thieves, he came to the largest room in the complex. As such, it obviously belonged to none other than Saoirse. Bandit Queen, Sniper extraordinaire, and the only person known to get away with stealing something from Xeveron. Doing his best to act as normal as possible, he would slip past the door to remain unseen by her vision. Normal would usually consist of his slightly shy demeanor. But after having just come from a job, he seemed to wear a rather confident air about him.
“Greetings, Ms. Saoirse. How are you this fine evening?”