Who: Michael Guerin & OPEN What: Counting his loot after a good haul When: Monday night Where: Campsite off the King's Road Warnings: TBD Status: OPEN/incomplete
Life on the road wasn't something Michael would recommend to any soul. It was better for him. But not everyone had a father what beat you for breathing. There were some lines Michael wouldn't cross, however, and murder, no matter how deserved, was one of them. As soon as he reached his maturity he left the drunken fool to starve to death for all he cared. However, he'd learned quickly that he had been too old to apprentice for any trade. That left him with little choice.
He started as a pickpocket. He'd been terrible at it, but he'd learned quickly by watching others. There was a thieves guild, but he'd had no interest in handing over a large portion of his hard work. It would have meant protection and safe haven, but he could find what he needed on his own. Unfortunately, the thieves guild did not approve of anyone operating in town that wasn't in their employ. Michael'd had to take to the road.
Things had improved as his skills did. There were plenty of old shacks and abandoned cottages strewn throughout the forest that Michael used for shelter. But he always counted his coin before he made for one of his locations. Better he had to leave his take than to be caught in a shelter with all the proof needed to stretch his neck.
A full moon lit up the forest tonight. Michael sat by the small fire he'd lit with the results of his latest mark. Some coin. A few items of jewelry that could be melted down, the gems plucked out. Not bad for a single hit on the King's Road. Pleased with himself, Michael tucked it all away in a pouch then stirred the simple beef stew he had simmering near the fire.