"A bit of luck a bit of skill and you make your own fate like Remy," he remarked idly, "So you're a pilot."
"I guess you could think of the guilds as unions, we're a lot tighter knit than just a bunch of people. We're family as well. Remy's pere ran the guild before me, raised me taught and me what he knew," he explained cautiously. He didn't want to give out too much, "Don't get me wrong, homme, we thieves, but we're not the petty criminals most people think thieves are. We're not stealing old ladies purses or cars. Least not for the hell of it anyway. The guild don't kidnap either. We pick and choose our jobs as we see fit. Remy was raised a good catholic boy. Course he thought there was only nine commandments until he was older."