The bard leaned in over the table, eager for the tale, everseeking stories of adventure for his retelling. The elder gnome patiently sipped his mead, playing off the excitement of the eager man opposite him. "The story goes back twenty years," He sighed, "When Sehtril Camuine ruled the thieves guild. It had reached its peak of power, back in those days, and had its hand in the entire cities pocket. Their were two thieves, man and woman, named Adoror and Frey, partners in crime and nearly Camuines equals if you ask me. They knew of their growing power and between the two of them they controlled over half the guild. And when they murdered the guildmaster and took his place, no one argued. That is the way of thieves, the murderous lot. But you see, i suppose it was fate. What goes around comes around you see and a year later, Camuines son that had gone into hiding assassinated them both. He goes by the name of 'shadowmender', and it would be wise to avoid him. Now though the guild has fallen from its once lofty position in the cities hierarchy, it is riotus and though this 'Shadowmender' still governs it, he is trying to grasp at the unraveling thread that is his father's legacy." The Bard leaned back in his chair and sighed. It was a good story, but had no ending.
"That is no the end, my friend." The Gnome stated with a chuckle, "Ney, the offspring of Adoror Darkeyes and Frey Faldiren shall not be forgotten so easily." He sighed, "Though i dare say it has." He mumbled and finished his mead. "The baby boy, Thavyr, he was named if i remember correctley. Raised on the streets but watched over to those loyal to the dead thieves. He will reclaim the guild, make order of it, and be the end of this damned 'Shadowmender', mark my words."
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