The-Thieves-Guild

"So, your place or mine?" the dark-haired beauty purred, suggestively wrapping her ankle around that of her latest patron. He returned the gesture with nothing more than an intense glare. "I supplied the gold; thought that would include a place to do the deed,” he quipped dryly, untangling his leg from hers. "And I prefer not to make a scene." The harlot was more than a little put off by this. She'd exercised her skills and services on countless men, and not once had any of them rejected her playful flirting. She looked him over for what seemed like the hundredth time that evening. No doubt he was peculiar. No one in this city that sh

I am within darkness Darkness is within me I know you're afraid to look I know I am not what you want to see You can kill me with a hammer, with a sword, with a bow Throw me to a jail But I will be always here to show How the night gives me hail With a hammer haunt with clinking chains A zombie with a rotten face Robbers, beggars, dirty guards and hookers I am a part of this wicked city, this forgetten place Whereever you are poor man, whoever What is yours will be mine Now and forever