Of Greed and Altruism (larceny Training Self Mod)

[Obalym Poe]

Obalym and her three thuglings curled around a dim fire lit within the tiny pit that gave off barely amicable beams of warmth and light. It has been enough cycles since the halfbreed made her arrangements with Dimitri that the fullest moon had been displayed with all her glory then returned to the void from whence she came. They all sat together with Obalym brandishing a stick against the dirt in their commandeered hovel. This of course is just a temporary arrangement eventually the family of the deceased would want to come and claim what is theirs, which just happens to be the four walls and a roof that barely passes as an abode even in Vortexian standards.

Obalym began to draw a birds eye view of several criss crossing streets in vortex, she wrote the names down underneath the lines of dirt eyes following each man to ensure their focus in the matter. She watched Pete especially knowing that he wasn’t exactly the brightest star in the night “Pete pay attention just because Mr. Wolf keeps the guards in our pockets doesn’t mean private mercenaries wouldn’t stop to fill you full of steel and arrows. Do you know where we are going Pete? Its called someplace dangerous.” Pete shrugged with an exasperated exhale.

It was obvious who the threat would be on this minor job, that dumbass is more likely going to get himself killed then get the other more professional criminals caught. All in all he’d probably die which wouldn’t make Obalym loose passing hours of sleep it would be his own stupid fault. So he would play the part of an innocent teamster pulling a well dressed half vysstichi merchant with her two guards George and Aedom. Before George got pulled in the man had been performing brutal muggings, good for cracking skulls in a pinch of course the goal was to not come to that point if that happened things could be considered to be going poorly.

George didn’t look to be the part of the brute, sort of tall and on the lean side the man had pleasing gentle features with an eternal five o’clock shadow. Aedom on the other spectrum with a thick body a lazy eye and a pair of ham-fists it made him look like any other bruiser a thin waif would be toting around for personal protection. Though really he is quite skilled with picking locks or smashing down doors whichever applies at the moment.

“Quinn is the owner of one of the local brothels every cycle on the third brightening Quinn entertains other business owners for monetary benefit, however this time it is only going to be to our benefit unfortunately for him its how this business is run.” Her bruisers nodded to each other greedy smiles passing across their features “Now here is where the fun starts Pete it’s very simple all you have to do is deliver the message I am going to have someone scribe up for us. We want to make it look authentic afterall.”