Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20140201133112/@comment-3293219-20140205160015

C'laro felt the flap of the tent roll off of his shoulders as he entered his home, he smiled as he saw his love. He stopped at the door, to avoid disturbing her as she was currently meeting with one of her lieutennants.

"How long will that take?" She asked, pulling up from the map table with a lot of concern in her voice.

"Three days at the most..." The young bosmer infront of her replied, his tone suggested that this should ease her worries, it did but not enough. The nord sighed and looked down at the table, "Don't worry, we've used this route before, several times in fact."

"I know... Just, don't take any chances alright?"

"You worry too much." The bosmer smiled as she turned to face him, she gave him a smile in retun.

"Take care Mother." He smiled as he ran out.

The 'Mother' kept her smile, until the bosmer had left. He gave C'laro a quick gaze before leaving as C'laro often distanced himself from the 'Mother's' work. She didn't mind... he was there when she needed him and that's all that mattered.

"C'laro?" She smiled and slowly began to walk around the table. "I didn't see you come in."

Manja had become a sort of 'urban saint' over the last few years, she grew tired of the day to day survival of adventuring and eventually decided that she wanted to help people like herself. The nord returned to Riften, four or five years ago now and began to take in the young pickpockets off of the street. Most of them were between the ages of 9 and 16 at the time. Now they were a lot older, though they still stuck by her.

Her group wasn't only for the orphaned and disposessed though but many associated it with orphaned children, she aimed to create a new guild of thieves. Aiming to avoid falling down the pitfalls that the original thieves' guild did. She wanted her guild to be bought together with a tight, inseperable bond that was almost like a family. Which earned her the title of 'mother.' She detested this title at first, she felt old when it was said but overtime it grew on her. If this was a family, then that's who'd she'd be.

C'laro had little direct intervention in her project and simply helped her establish it. These days, he does his own thing, which Manja doesn't mind as long as he's there when she needs him. She took his daughter in after they found her in Elsweyr, she had survived the attack there, much to the couple's relief.

The three of them now reside in Manja's camp as the guild have been a group of travelling nomads, since the penalties for crime in Riften grew more saveer. They always stay close to cities as they may need to trade or get healed. The group, recently, set up a few miles West of Cheydinhal, hiding in the forest to remain obscured. Manja never wanted to stop here, too many bad memories but fate decrees that she must...

Name: Manja

Race: Nord

Class: Thief

Weapon: Ebony daggers.

Armour: Leather armour

Backstory: ... see above?