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By: Val

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Rain. It had been raining for a week now. She crouched low in the alley and pulled her tattered cloak closer about her shoulders. She had been soaked through hours ago and she wondered idly if she would ever be warm and dry again as she watched drops of water drip from the edge of her hood. She looked out at the busy street intently, searching for an opportunity. Refugees from Glokar had been streaming into the city for a few days now. The war had not been kind to the citizens of that small city. Apparently the Orcs decided to raze it to the ground and kill everyone they could catch. She had heard rumors about the city being built on the same ground as an ancient sacred Orc pilgrimage site and the Orcs didn't like humans living on their 'holy' land.

Thus she found herself preying on these poor wretches, although not all of them were poor. The nobles and rich merchants, who also had escaped the Orc's wrath, had dragged along many of their possessions. Her last few jobs had not gone well and she knew the city guard was getting close to catching her. She needed to keep a lower profile and stick to pickpocketing instead of burglary. She had foolishly allowed herself to be seen by the owner of the last house she had broken into. Just her luck that the fat pig had decided to get a midnight snack. Now the guards had a description of her. She silently chided herself for not killing the man outright, but then again, murder was not really her style. She would kill if it were necessary, but she didn't relish it like some of the those in the Guild.

The Guild. There certainly weren't many old members left. Many had been caught and sent to work in the mines. Many old friends and allies were now gone, including her mentor Wedge. A small half-smile played across her lips as she fondly reminisced of the good old days in the Guild. Days and nights of half-drunken tall-tales of fortunes, mischief, and adventure. Jobs that went according to plan. Lazy city guards who could be paid to look the other way. She sighed heavily. Things had definitely changed. The comradeship that had existed within the Guild had now disappeared like a stain of breath on a mirror. It was no longer the home she had known for most of her short sixteen years.

Now the Guild was a collection of thugs, highwaymen, deserters from the army, and monsters she didn't consider human. She no longer stayed at the Guild very long. She just stayed long enough to touch base with the few remaining thieves she knew and fence whatever she had stolen. She certainly didn't like the looks she got from some of the 'new recruits'. They made her skin crawl and her stomach sink to the point of making her ill. They were the most unsavory group of murderous cut-throats that had ever existed in the city and she wanted nothing to do with them.

DAMN Rhotbar! He had taken away her home, her family, her livelihood, and her happiness. If she wasn't careful he would take away her freedom or her life as well. Life was definitely getting harder for all of the people under Rhotbar's thumb. All the commoners and peasants were starving and dying while that impotent fool sat on his throne waiting for someone to solve his problems for him! General Lee could have won the war by now but that idiot had him thrown in the mines! We are a nation of sheep being lead by a fool, she thought with a wry smirk. Perhaps I should not be a sheep anymore. I want to be a wolf.

Her thoughts were broken off as she spotted her next opportunity to transfer ownership of some property.

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