Well Tenner convinced me to do this. Evidently that's what some folks do. They write a little journal and use it to reflect on their lives or something. Maybe this will turn in to an advice book for other thieves. I don't really care.
Anyway, I am Maren Onyis. I'm a thief. Now I'm all for the shadowy cloak and dagger style, but mine is a little different. I've been described as a spellthief. Basically, I use magic and the power of Sernos to help me do what I do.
I'm not sure why, but I've always had an affinity for magic. I mean don't get me wrong, I'm not powerful wizard, I'm more of a thief than I am a magician, but I know a few handy little spells. Yeah... I'm not one for describing myself. It feels too egotistical. Did I spell that right? I think I did.
OK enough of that, I'm just gonna get down to the journal talk.
Today was kind of big. Oh, I should probably say I live in the city of Denebar in the Empire, for the time being. Right, well I've been checking out this nice little town house recently. It's not much but I need to keep low for a bit, I pulled a highscale job recently and someone might have seen me. I'm not sure. So yeah, this house, some ex-noble from Derlia or something moved in recently. Tenner saw and talked to one of the servants. Evidently there's a lot of swag in there.
I'd have hit the place by now but some House Denos technician has been coming in and out of there. I think he's setting up some kind of security. House Denos doesn't usually work this far north so, I hate to say it, but I'm inexperienced with them. I don't know what to expect. I should probably talk to Tenner. He might know. I think he's from the south.
Oh, Tenner. Yeah, he's a good friend of mine. Probably the only person I can call a friend. To be honest I don't know much about him. He's a dyari, that's hard to hide, and I know he's Trad Mak, but other than that, I only know about him presently, no idea about his past.
I think I might talk to Tenner tonight, see what he knows, but I think I'll just have to risk it and see what happens. I'm getting low on money and I'm going to need to start putting together some funding for the next big job.
See, I'm doing Tenner a favor. Trad Mak needs some box that he can't tell me what's inside it. Problem is, it's in the desk of the landlord of the Zaig Hotel in the foreign quarter. Damn thing is so magically warded you can't get in with a lockpick or a knife or anything. You can't get in without a 2 year advance reservation.
Now the real rub is I can't even steal anything else once I'm inside. I mean come on, I'm in the biggest and tightest cluster of wealthyfolk this side of the Eluvian Hills and I'm not allowed to touch anything. Tenner made such a big deal... ah well. He said Trad Mak would pay me well, but I can't imagine they'd pay me enough to make up the difference of what I could have walked away with.
Well um... this feels so awkward... I think... I'm saying goodbye to my journal. Yeah, I've got to go meet Tenner... bye?
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