Post by Feliks £ukasiewicz on Mar 7, 2013 13:16:13 GMT -5
Feliks was working in his workshop. It was a hidden cellar under the back end of his house. The entrance was hidden in the pantry. The blonde man looked up at the multitudes of precious trinkets filling the shelves. He stretched his shoulders and resumed polishing the necklace he had recently acquired and intended to sell to Lady Merick. Once it glittered to his satisfaction he put away all his tools and climbed out of his hole.
Once Feliks was in the kitchen he went about making himself a cup of tea. He stoked the fire and put the kettle on. As he was selecting which tea he wanted to drink when a small knock interrupted his thoughts. Only theives knocked at the back door. It was part of his arrangement with the guild. He sighed and went to open the door. As a merchant's son he disliked theives on principle, but he dealt with them because his business depended on it.
The night was slightly stormy. The sky was dark, the air chilly, and there loomed a dampness within everything. At the night's late hour, only a few brave souls roamed the streets. Intoxication, fornication, and criminal actitvy lured them out into the depths of the dark, the later being why one of the figures stole away through shadows, making their way by buildings, heading towards one in particular. With careful steps, the figure made their way towards the back of the house, knowing the way, before they leaned over and knocked on the door.
The door opened and revealed a tall figure, cloaked in a dark emerald hood and cloak which hid a feminine body. Once the light from the house illuminated her, hands reach up to draw back the hood, revealing a smile beneath bright, green eyes. The woman didn't look like a common thief, or a ruffian, but rather her face looked that it should belong in a noble's painting. "Feliks... always good to see you, dear".
Last Edit: Mar 15, 2013 17:47:46 GMT -5 by hungary