by Sir Taffsalot

Another night, another fat noble stripped of his wealth. Or so it seemed. It appeared that destiny had other plans. I had stolen the Angel's Tear as planned. All that was left to do was get out of Eskil Vadris' Manor, which seemed easy enough. But before I could make my way out, an alarm went off and a group of City Watch guards attacked me. I was taken to the local City Watch complex and after a bit of a beating I was thrown into a cell. It is very unlikely for a master thief like me to get caught. Impossible, really. It's almost as if I was set up. Well, I'm not spending another second in this cell. I'm no common criminal. I'm a master of the shadows and whoever is responsible for putting me here should start to fear the dark.