Post by ARTEMIS REINHARDT on Feb 4, 2015 2:46:13 GMT
The night was dark, and darkness calls to thieves. Shadows and darkness were one of the closest allies a thief could have. Luck was another. Pure skill was the closest of those allies.
The Nightingale had all of those. The sky was pitch black, and the moon was barely visible. He was lucky, and while 'Lady Luck' was fickle, she seemed to have a strange affection for him. However, his successes may have been due to skill, having began learning the skills needed to be an effective thief since childhood. He doubted that his father intended on him dedicating much of his life to larceny.
After scouring the perimeter, he had found his preferred way of entering the property. Perched lightly on a window ledge, he worked, and within little time he had the window open, and he was in, the pick and tension wrench finding their way back to his kit, and his bow off his shoulder. An arrow found its way to the bow, lightly strung in case his luck ran out and he was found. He found it unlikely, but even so he was cautious and quiet as he moved through the house, opening doors quietly to peek into the rooms they hid. What he wanted was a bedroom - and preferably an unoccupied one. As he slowly closed a particularly creaky door shut, the thief found his eyes falling upon a drawer in the hallway, and on top of it, what looked to be a rather expensive watch carelessly strewn across the wood. That was something he could take, and take it he did, sliding it into his pocket as he continued walking, his steps careful and slow.
The Nightingale had all of those. The sky was pitch black, and the moon was barely visible. He was lucky, and while 'Lady Luck' was fickle, she seemed to have a strange affection for him. However, his successes may have been due to skill, having began learning the skills needed to be an effective thief since childhood. He doubted that his father intended on him dedicating much of his life to larceny.
After scouring the perimeter, he had found his preferred way of entering the property. Perched lightly on a window ledge, he worked, and within little time he had the window open, and he was in, the pick and tension wrench finding their way back to his kit, and his bow off his shoulder. An arrow found its way to the bow, lightly strung in case his luck ran out and he was found. He found it unlikely, but even so he was cautious and quiet as he moved through the house, opening doors quietly to peek into the rooms they hid. What he wanted was a bedroom - and preferably an unoccupied one. As he slowly closed a particularly creaky door shut, the thief found his eyes falling upon a drawer in the hallway, and on top of it, what looked to be a rather expensive watch carelessly strewn across the wood. That was something he could take, and take it he did, sliding it into his pocket as he continued walking, his steps careful and slow.
