Winter 6th 507 AV
Durvekral had to increase his usefulness. That was the way to stick around. He had been noticed for a singular skill; the young Sym would have to increase his utility. He saw an immediate need to make himself more useful among the gang of professional criminals. He decided that forgery would be his new skill. It was low risk and it was work that needed to be done.
He decided to learn this new skill by spending time at the Pig's Foot Tavern. There, drunken sailors and transient visitors, alike, signed their name to the Inn's records before staying in the various guest rooms. Durvekral contacted Merv about volunteering his time under the ruse of wanting to become a bartender and work in the business someday. Merv knew, enough, of the city to know that the story was a bunch of petch but he also knew enough not to consider the actions of a child to be of any consequence. Free help was free help.
He helped travelers lug their packs to their rooms. He helped the drunken sailors make it to their rooms. He cleaned, greeted guests, did heavy lifting, performed menial tasks behind the front desk and any other random task that could need doing. Whenever he was not working he waited at the front desk. He watched the way guests maneuvered the pen over the paper. His eyes were fixed onto that guest book. He looked for similarities between guests and their signatures. He compared the way different characters signed their name. He studied sudden wrist motions and the subtleties in the letters on the page.
He came to the Pig's Foot during all of his free time. He dedicated his leisure time to learning the craft of document forgery. When in private, he even scribbled the names of the guests onto a blank document. He would spend several minutes on a single letter, trying to surmise just what the writer had done to form the character. He filled pages with similar looking loops and lines as he tried to replicate these shapes as perfectly as he was able.
Durvekral had to increase his usefulness. That was the way to stick around. He had been noticed for a singular skill; the young Sym would have to increase his utility. He saw an immediate need to make himself more useful among the gang of professional criminals. He decided that forgery would be his new skill. It was low risk and it was work that needed to be done.
He decided to learn this new skill by spending time at the Pig's Foot Tavern. There, drunken sailors and transient visitors, alike, signed their name to the Inn's records before staying in the various guest rooms. Durvekral contacted Merv about volunteering his time under the ruse of wanting to become a bartender and work in the business someday. Merv knew, enough, of the city to know that the story was a bunch of petch but he also knew enough not to consider the actions of a child to be of any consequence. Free help was free help.
He helped travelers lug their packs to their rooms. He helped the drunken sailors make it to their rooms. He cleaned, greeted guests, did heavy lifting, performed menial tasks behind the front desk and any other random task that could need doing. Whenever he was not working he waited at the front desk. He watched the way guests maneuvered the pen over the paper. His eyes were fixed onto that guest book. He looked for similarities between guests and their signatures. He compared the way different characters signed their name. He studied sudden wrist motions and the subtleties in the letters on the page.
He came to the Pig's Foot during all of his free time. He dedicated his leisure time to learning the craft of document forgery. When in private, he even scribbled the names of the guests onto a blank document. He would spend several minutes on a single letter, trying to surmise just what the writer had done to form the character. He filled pages with similar looking loops and lines as he tried to replicate these shapes as perfectly as he was able.
