Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26443603-20140903154828/@comment-5540440-20140921015044

No rest for the wicked, I suppose. Fel thought cheerily to himself as his network of orphans and homeless people welcomed him home with smiles and warm food to help him relax. After a good, hearty meal, he sent them on their ways and snuck off himself to see if he could find a good mark to pickpocket or a wealthy home to burgle. He'd need to get back in touch with his fences too, no doubt they'd been debating whether or not to rat him out to the guards at the very least. Honestly, he thought to himself as he pictured the scheming, conniving fat men and rich women he sold his wares to. You'd think there'd be a little more honor amongst thieves...