7th day of Summer, 511 av "ooc"This thread will predominantly be for developing these characters stealth skils
With everlasting patience, Noth waited alone within the side alley off the slums main thoroughfare. His eyes were steadily watching the progress of a distant wagon, laden with goods on their way towards the Seaside Market. Two men sat upon its wooden bench, one holding a crossbow, and the other guiding the horse which pulled it forwards over the rough cobblestones.
Antar wasn't interested in the goods, most of them were forgeries.
Instead, he was interested in the men themselves. A pair of two bit halfwits that liked to bully the weaker denizens of town. Last night they had apparently slaughtered a few of the beggars in the area,leaving only an old man alive. Antar wasn't here because he believed in any sort of justice for the vagabonds. This was just a job, apparently the old beggar, a survivor had said that the pair had taken something from him, an old memento of his wife.
A wife the old man, named Grimswald, lamented had died through his own fault. Apparently the wife he used to have during his days as a mage, was the reason he gave up the Craft and the Sight. Her death in the fires of his reimancy had caused him to fall into the trap of being a drunken whiny tramp that wandered and begged for money for his meals.
Grimswald wanted the memento back, it was that simple. There wasn't any money in this job, but to Antar, the washed up mage possessed something far more valuable- knowledge.
Knowledge which might be taught to whomever brought his little trinket back... and for Antar, that was its own form of coin, more then worth its weight in gold mizahars. Noth was merely waiting for a bit of help to arrive before he started tracking the pair.