The tall figure almost seemed like a shadow. This figure was not at all pleasant. The man had a strange habit of stealing more that just your wallet. Entire fortunes have been known to go missing. His next intended victim was an elderly man. His name was coble. He was almost sixty; he was an experienced fighter and was by no means going to go down with out a good fight. Spawn expected this from the thieves’ guild. He asked for a challenge, and by the gods they had given him one. This old man was the main reason that the guild was in such shambles. 5 years ago Coble single handily put a stop to the entire guilds operations. Spawn was ready. He was going to make this one as quick and as deadly as possible. His blade ready, Spawn quietly crept behind the old man, ready to strike, then he hesitated coming to his senses. This was one of his own, a knight. Why was he doing this? Then he thought back. HE thought back to his big robbery, he remembered how all his comrades didn't support his idea. But he mostly remembered how they rooted him out. And he remembered that they should pay.

The blow would be quiet, no screaming, but it would be a pain that not he himself could bear. Just before he struck. Coble's eyes meet with his. Spawn saw the fear. Coble the sadness. He couldn't do it. Not to him. Not to an old man, that wasn’t his nature. That's not who he is. He could not kill the innocent. Spawn leaped to the ground. Coble tried to spot him, but lost him in the shadows. There spawn made a vow “I may steal as much as I wish. But my blade will only strike the flesh of those who dare threaten my goal or me never a another time" Silently, he left the alley, and headed for the tavern, leaving the old man to wonder. To wonder who this man was, and what he was doing in North castle.


OOC: There will be a topic in the tavern called 'A new face buys a drink.'