The brothers made their way through the dark, snow covered streets of Crestfall, occasionally ducking into allies to evade the patrols of the guards who would surely be on alert after the incident in the lower business district. Although those guards were payed to take a while to reach there location they were not payed to keep their mouths shut. It didn’t matter much to the brothers however, because Eony studied the patrol sheets that the guild had obtained off a rather “charitable” guard, and had a knack for remembering details. Eventually the brothers finally reached their destination, the drunken crow. On the outside it looked like a regular tavern in the slums of Crestfall, but really it was a primary access point of the thrives guild known as The Pack. Before walking in Eony looked at his bear and whistled, the bear lumbered off into the ally behind the tavern.
The brothers entered the mostly empty bar, since the bar wasn’t to well known most of its tenets were either members of the guild, or someone looking to hire them, tonight it looked like everyone had decided to call it an early night. It was only midnight but the bar was nearly empty. Maybe it was the run down look on the outside, or the run down look on the inside that kept people out, but hey that’s why the pack chose this place for the hideout. The brothers made their way to the counter to speak to the man who was currently cleaning some glasses. The man was the trusty gate keeper of the entrance to the hideout, but many patrons knew him by his normal name, Dirk Fencen. Dirk was an average size dwarf maybe in the latter years of his life, but still looked like he could take anyone in a fight. He would tell that to your face too while he was knocking some teeth down your throat, on more than one occasion Eony and Oris saw him do it. “Oy what can I get you boys tonight” Dirk said with a grin coming across his face. “Your tallest mug of ale for me and my brother here! It’s time to celebrate a good night” Eony said in a celebratory fashion. Oris gave him a nudge and a glance. “Oh alright” Eony said reluctantly. He then said while leaning on the counter “we heard you have had a bit of a rat problem recently” "Aye, we do, have a solution" Dirk said with a stare that looked like he was staring into your soul. “Simple, lure it with some food, than chop the head off” Oris said from behind his face mask with a cold voice. Dirk chuckled then signaled the bar maid to come to the counter. “Good to see you guys, when you come back up I’ll have that ale ready for you, and good to hear you haven’t lost your voice Blade.” He said with a large grin. The bar maid escorted the brothers to a locked room in the back of the bar, after she opened it the brothers maid there way in. To the normal eye it would be just another storage room, but to a member of the pack it was a gateway to their sanctuary. They made their way to a wall sconce in the back of the room and Oris pulled it like a lever, suddenly the wall fell into the floor revealing a set of spiral stairs that led down into the. After weaving through the various tunnels that were made to throw off people who were not suppose to be down here, the brothers finally reached their destination. A singular statue of a wolf stood sitting up proud with its chest puffed out, it bared it’s and looked like it was ready to strike at any moment. They approached the statue when suddenly the head of it came to life. The statue said with a growl “what makes us strong!”. Eony replied like he had done a thousand times before “our numbers and our brotherhood make us strong!” The head returned to stone and the wall began to turn revealing the path into the main chamber of the packs hide out. The main chamber was empty as usual, although Eony could hear the faint sounds of someone grunting in pain, no doubt Doc was hard at work this evening as she normally was. The main chamber was a large stone structure that branched off into four paths. One led to the armory, one led to the quarters, one led to the infirmary and lastly one led planning chamber. Their were other doors in the main chamber that had various uses but none were more important than the guilded door in the corner that the guild master known as The Shepard resided. They made their way to a corner of that door and proceeded to knock on it. The door swung open and their stood towering above them, the Goliath in heavy plate armor the guild masters muscle Brutus the Breaker. Brutus stood at about seven feet tall and looked like he could squash anyone like a bug. He had a gnarled scar that ran from the left side of his face under his eye to the right side of his face passing through his mouth. His great sword, that he lovingly called Skullsplitter, was clearly visible hanging off his back left shoulder. His plate armor armor was black and bore the crest of the pack on his chest, a singular wolf standing proud as multiple others gathered behind it. “Who is it Brutus?” Oris could hear the guild master call from behind the bohemith. “It’s the little elf brothers, should I let them in” he said in his broken common. Brutus was not the smartest person in the guild, but then again it didn’t matter to him, all of his problems could be solved with just one chop of his sword. “Oh Blade and Havoc? Yes, yes send them in I assume they have word on their latest assignment!” Shepards office was a monument to all he had accomplished, their were paintings that he had stole from castles, their were large luxurious furniture that looked like it belonged in a castle. Behind him was a gold replica of the same wolf statue that was at the entrance of the hideout. Lastly, on the wall to his right were his infamous black bladed daggers that he ran thousands of jobs with. Some say that the daggers could cut through any armor, some say that they were touched by the lord of death himself. Oris believed that it was probably both, all he knew for sure was he wanted to just wield them one day. In the middle of the room sat Shepard at his large oak wood gold trimmed desk. Shepard was a dark skinned human in his early forties. He had salt and pepper hair that was cut short, and wore a set of black leather armor. Some might call him paranoid but most would say he’s prepared. His eyes were as sharp as they come and could tell the amount of money you had by how low your coin purse hung. All in all he was a very impressive man. Once he knew the door was locked and secured he spoke to the brothers in his heavy accent that sounded like he grew up as a farmers child, “So Eony, Oris does our friend understand that we do not take kindly to people who don’t follow the contract.” The guild master was the only one who used the brothers name in normal conversation usually, probably because so few knew it. “Aye we did!” Eony said with a grin, “And we made sure he paid double for all the trouble he put us through!” “Now how the hell did you get that stingy bastard to pay you double?” he said with an eyebrow cocked in disbelief. “I through a dagger into his thigh and made sure he realized what we did to his guards” Oris said obviously very proud of himself. That got a chuckle out of the Goliath who was standing behind the brothers making sure no one tried to bust in during this conversation. “Oh now I definitely need to hear this whole story, sit down have a drink with me! Brutus can you get us some ale? Get yourself one of course, my treat!” “Oh and can you go let my bear in!? He’s at the back entrance, thanks!” Eony asked. “I’m doing it for the ale just to let you know” Brutus said scoffing at the other remedial request. Shepard motioned the brothers to take a seat in the nice furniture and looked at them like a proud father. “Oh and Oris you know you can take the face mask down now right?” He said. Oris hasn’t even noticed it was still up, he got so use to concealing his identity it almost felt unnatural to not have it on his face, never the less, he pulled it down. Eony went on in great detail about the whole job, from waiting, to the ambush, to the fight, to the walk back he truly enjoyed telling these stories. “Huh so a random Orc knew your code names huh? Y'all have been making some noise around here and I think it’s high time I let you in on more guild business.” Shepard said sitting up straighter signaling he was about to say something important. “We’ve got a new recruit, she’s a half elf Mage and she’s been with us for about two weeks now” he stated. “A Mage? No offense but that doesn’t scream their to me” Oris said quickly. “You’d be right if we were just a straight thieves guild but we like to branch out, that and doc says their is something special about her.” Shepard said before taking a drink of his ale. “I’m sticking her with Siren, the reason why I’m telling the both of you this is I think something big is coming up and I want the four of you and maybe a few others to spear head this operation, you all are extremely talented and are rising through the ranks so I’m putting my faith in you.” He said with a sort of satisfaction. “Again, one of the four is new though, that and sticking her with Siren seems like a strange choice.” Eony said matter of factly. “True” Shepard said staring into his mug. “But not to long ago people were saying that about you two, now look at ya, sure it took a while but a lot of that was training, I share the same feeling as doc about this girl, I think she will do big things. Also don’t worry about Siren, she’s taken to her very nicely I think she appreciates having someone watching her back in the field again.” Shepard said now leaning back in his chair. He continued on “We’ve all watched her closely since the incident two months ago, I can confirm now that she was not involved in it and she does not feel remorse for what she did to Rat.” The incident he was referring too was when sirens old partner Rat decided to steal Shepards daggers and try to offer them and valuable info on the guild to the rival guild the Frost Fangs. Siren caught him after she started noticing him acting strange and when she stumbled upon a coded note that promised him access to the guild and protection if he brought them the daggers and the info they desired. The night he tried to do it however, Siren killed him and brought fourth all the evidence. Since then some of the guild members believed that she might have been in on it, but she was a good friend of the brothers and neither of them believed those rumors. "I’m surprised we haven’t seen the new one yet honestly, but then again we did go on that job that ended up with us tailing the target through the forest for a week" Eony said. “God that was frustrating, guy was lucky I just broke his leg, but that’s what happens when you run from your contract.” Oris replied taking a heavy gulp of his ale. “They returned from a job not to long before you two so they may still be here.” Shepard said reassuringly. “Anyways I need to get back to planning so you two will receive your payment when the money gets to us, however I did leave a little present for the both of you corner of the quarters, consider it a congratulations on the work you’ve done recently.” Shepard said taking the rest of his drink in one gulp. “Thank you sir!” Both the brothers said simultaneously as they stood up and walked out the door. When Brutus shut the door he turned to Shepard and said “are you sure about those two boss? You sure you don’t want more… Experienced people running that job” Brutus said almost sounding concerned. Shepard replied with “yes, from what I’ve seen they have potential and so do the other two, we just need to see what all this job will entail, and be sure they are loyal to the Pack. I have faith; they will not let us down.” Shepard said looking through his various papers scattered across his desk. He then said grimly “If not, well then we are all fucked"
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