U N D E R G R O U N D - (Thieves Guild RP) -OPEN-

[Keriae]

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[ male ] [ guild leader ] [ tagged: group in the bar ]

Avis' gaze was drawn by the ring. It is a handsome thing, with the head decorated by a dragon, a fire drake as dark as a moonless clouded night. The one eye on the piece was a colossal, blood red ruby that seemed to glint in the candlelight. The newly-promoted guild leader could imagine the thing moving on it's background, turning to face them and opening it's maw, parting reptilian lips to unleash a cloud of fire in their faces. He shook himself mentally - no need to be stupid and think like a child - and stared for a few seconds longer, cobalt eyes narrowed, brows knitted together as he thought. Then he was hit suddenly, like a brick had smashed into the back of his skull, and his hand delved deep into one of his pockets. Out he pulled five rings, one from each of the merchants grubby, fat hands, and threw them on the table almost carelessly with a flick of his wrist, like a player would throw dice.

Using his fingertips, Fabian pushed them this way and that until he found the one he was looking for. It was an exact copy of the one Winry had placed on the table. Laying them side by side, he scooped the other rings and put them back in this pocket. This was a family symbol? Either Winry was lying, or the merchant had stolen it from someone else. "Family symbol? Myself and Rune have just recently acquired this identical ring from a merchant."

[wowzaitsme]

Name:
Winry "Nanny" Callender (Pronounced calendar)
Height:
6 feet
Weight:
170 lb.
Weapon:
Daggers, small swords, small and sharp objects.
Sexuality:
Straight
Age:
26

Winry looked at him, her eyes narrowing. As far as I know, I have no merchant relatives.She thinks of William's tapestry. A large tree, on a green fabric, names of the generations and some occupations. Her mother, father, sister, and uncle. William's father was a large man, plump and rotund. She doesn't remember any merchants.

[Keriae]

I'm going to London tomorrow, so there will probably be no replies until Sunday. It depends what time I get back on Saturday and how tired I am.

[wowzaitsme]

Have a nice trip! ))

[deadeye]

--Rune--Tagged: Fabian and Winry--
The woman carefully locked her gaze onto the ring Fabian pulled out, nodding as he spoke. It seemed like Winry did not know the man they robbed nor did she have anything to do with him, which was strange to Rune. Unless the merchant stole it, which didn't seem like a farfetched idea, that ring was not supposed to be on his fingers. Either that or Winry was not telling them the truth, but she couldn't find a good reason to why she would lie to them. Rune propped herself up and leaned her elbows against the wooden table, ignoring the reluctant sounds it was giving and she placed her chin against her folded hands. Her gaze was placed onto Winry as she finished talking, ''Are you sure? The man seemed to be keen on keeping the ring. And not out of greed, if I noticed correctly...'' she said, giving out a gentle sigh as she glanced at the dragon shaped problem on the wooden table. I mean, there was nothing else they could be doing right now, that was true, but the woman wasn't sure she'd like to be dealing with this and help someone who's not exactly her cup of tea. Oh well, she already opened her mouth. It was too late now anyways.

[wowzaitsme]

Name:
Winry "Nanny" Callender (Pronounced calendar)
Height:
6 feet
Weight:
170 lb.
Weapon:
Daggers, small swords, small and sharp objects.
Sexuality:
Straight
Age:
26

Well, I am almost positive, but there are no merchants I know of Winry gazed around the able, looking for recognition of antything. She thought about a fat, cunning merchant stealing from a Callender. Impossible. Her family is known to be very cunning and untrusting. They don't get tricked or stolen from easily. But a merchant with her blood, could be dangerously persuasive. Her family has had spies in the castle and assassins in the kings chambers. She shakes her head, thinking about tis situation.

[deadeye]

--Rune--Tagged: Winry--
Rune listened to the other one, shrugging afterwards, ''I don't know. Maybe you should find the merchant just to be sure.'' she suggested as she crossed her arms, glancing at Winry and Fabian. Petty problems like this one always annoyed her, especially when she had something as big as the mission with Avis and she had no intentions of continuing to solve this problem. The glimmer of annoyance hardly seemed to fade from her eyes and it was time to go back to her room and see what kind of information left Frey for her, she had to be sure they could use them. A final glace was thrown at Fabian, almost saying ''Follow me'' as she added a sigh to it, ''Well, if you're up for it, I can tell you where he lives. Now, I'll go back to my room for a... nap.'' she said and lazily stood up from the chair which gave reluctant sounds, making her way to the hallways of the guild. Rune didn't care if she'd be followed by Avis; she merely gave him a suggestion, if he wanted to see the paper filled with information. Halfway to her room she remembered that he was the one who took the paper and gave a loud sigh. No way she was going back, so the woman continued to her room, unlocked the door and slumped onto the bed, closing her eyes for a moment and letting herself think about everything that happened.