The Thieves' Den


Hmm?  How did you get in here?  Could've sworn I locked that door behind me . . . .

Well, no matter.  Now that you're here, pull up a chair and have a seat.  Let me introduce myself:  My name is Tancid Everlost, a/k/a Tancid the Rogue, Master of Stabbity.  I was born in the fabled tree city of Kelethin (where I quickly learned the value of Safe Fall), on the continent of Faydwer (where I just as quickly learned the monetary value of Pick Pocket).

Unlike you n00bs -- erm, youngsters -- today, I was not forced into slavery at an early age in the Mines of Gloomingdeep, but instead spent a wild and carefree youth in the Greater Faydark and its environs, learning the secrets of my trade.  You wish to learn these secrets, do you?  Then I shall share them with you . . . for a price.

Ah, yes . . . your coin purse.  Heh heh.  I do apologize.  Force of habit, you know.  Here you go; I've already withdrawn my little fee, so don't trouble yourself further about it.