Foundation of the Thieves Guild

Our /heroes/ return to the Black Gull for their reward

Dylan arrives at the Black Gull Tavern tired, sore, and scraped up after being dragged across the road like he was. Not to mention the black eye he has from the fox landing a lucky strike on his snout. The tavern is busy as always this time of night. There are half a dozen beasts here, maybe seven. Most of them vermin. A brown furred pine marten sits with a red fox to her left and a brown furred squirrel to her right. The pudgy Pipper sits leaning against the counter, he wears a gren tunic with a thick fox skin belt and brown trousers. "Bushtail you have more tall tales than a story teller..." he begins, not yet seeing dylan enter.

(An otter arrives at the Tavern alongside Dylan, his right shoulder heavily tattooed and bandaged. Like his lizard companion, he is rather weary and tired and looks the part. Luckily, he hadn't sustained any serious injuries aside from the one he had taken in the shoulder, but all that fighting makes a beast rather thirsty.)

At last the squirrel seems to take notice of the creatures at the door. Piper smiles broadly and waves his mug of mead in the air, "Dylan! Rorgan! My friends!" he leaps to his feet and bounds over to greet them, "I see you surrived your little adventure. Excellent. Excellent. Come let us find a table and discuss it..."

Rorgan watches the squirrel for several moments. "Right..." He mutters, following Piper to a nearby table with shambling steps that mirrors his exhaustion, sliding into a seat and putting his head right down on the table, letting out a long sigh.

Dylan does much the same as his friend. He staggers over to the table and sits down aross from him. Practically throwing himself into the chair the lizard leans back and sighs. "Did I speak too soon about surviving your adventure?" Piper says witha smirk as he takes a seat inbetween them both and twirls it around so the back is pressed up against his stomach. "I must say I am dissapointed in how many guards lost their lives but...that wasnt your fault. Some people just don't know how to follow orders I guess...speaking of which. Did you get the item I told you to get?"

Rorgan nods slowly in response, which looks rather odd with his face pressed against the table. "Aye...we got yer chest..." Comes his muffled voice. Of course, he could tell Piper where it is, but he figured that would be best left to Dylan for the time being, unless the lizard just positively wanted Rorgan to tell.

"And the crown..." he reaches into his coat pocket and produces a crown covered in a burlap sack. After it is slid across the table Piper opens it only long enough to inspect it. The squirrel smiles broad enough to show off his gold tooth. "Capital lads. Consider what is left in the chest to be your payment. Now as for this..." The squirrel look up and whistles, "Hey Bushtail, consider this as my way of paying you back for the drink," The squirrel then tosses the bag to the pine marten at the counter. She catches it and laughs, "What's this? You lunch? Figures i would end up wasting a perfectly good drink on ...aye...ooo...uh..." The martens eyes go wide as she opens the bag then quickly closes it. Bushtail feels faint.

Rorgan turns his head to the side, catching sight of the marten, who frankly looks rather terrified at this point, but for the moment, the otter doesn't really have anything to contribute in his exhausted state, especially when faced with a pine marten he doesn't know, though if he had to guess, he would assume Bushtail knew Dylan in some way from the look on her face.

Dylan realizes about the same time as Bushtail that the two should know each other. She used to work for him after all. "Bushtail? Wait...Bushtail isn't that...wait....what the heck! Why would you...but...we worked hard for that!" The squirrel replies in laughter. "In the end it was just a trinket. The job was to test your cunning, adaptability, and wits...I am most impressed with both of you." Piper steeples his paws together. "I have another job proposition for you Dylan...even one for Rorgan if he is interested."

Rorgan's ear flicks in inerest, though he is in no mood to go running off on another adventure again. "An' wot might that job be, squirrel?" He mutters, lifting his tired head from the surface of the table to watch Piper curiously, surprising himself with his willingness to do anothe job.

"By job of course I mean perminant position." Piper chimes happily, he says seriously this time however, "I represent the Shadow Cartel. We are a band of...how should I put this?" he twirls his paw in the air, "We are a group of beasts who take high paying jobs from others to liberate choice items from their owners. A thieves guild if you would. We have been looking to get a foot hold in Moss Flower for a while now with little successe."

Rorgan raises an eyebrow at this new revalation. Of course, he hadn't ever considered being a part of a thieve's guild, but he had to admit that his skills were well suited to somehting like that. "An' wot kind o' pay would we be gettin' fer liberatin' these choice items?" He asks, becoming slightly more interested despite his exhaustion.

Dylan rubs at his chin, "I must admit Rorgan beat me to the punch on that question." The squirrel chuckles. Theives...they never change. "You get payed as well as you preform. We provide, safety, contacts, fences and other things that require a modest fee...20% of what your group brings in. How much of your personal earnings that you get to keep is of course left up to your Guild leader...Dylan." Dylan raises an eyebrow at this but lets the squirrel continue, "I would suggest you dont spend all of the money on that chest on ale friends. You will need it to get the guild here started up. The tavern owners here are...accepting of our kind of folk. It would make a good meeting place until you find another. As for the other services...well that is why we needed a beast who knew the lay of the land, who to recruit and where from, who to use as a fence, etc etc. and etc."

Rorgan looks slightly confused at this part. "Wait...yore sayin'..." He looks at Dylan, slightly lost. "That Dylan's goin' t' lead here?" He finishes, trying to think of what it would be like to have his friend as his boss, though it's a difficult concept for him to grasp.

Dylan blinks in surprise as well. "Wait a moment. It sounds like you are paying us to all the work..." Piper replies with a chuckle, "We can provide you with some resources as well. But basically yes, Dylan you created a very successfull bandit opperation here in the woods, at least until recently. You will be tasked with running the Guild here in the mossflower woods...if you accept of course. But hey, if you want to take off with the gold you have I am sure you can find a decent place to retire for a while as well." Dylan rubs his chin thinking about this. "I dont know rorgan...what is your take on all this?"

Rorgan shrugs, rubbing his muzzle in thought. "I'm not quite sure...I'm certain I'm not ready t' retire, so I think I'd rather continue t' work, but I'm not sure non-lethal is...my style...." He sighs, trying to think about this entire situation, which is really just not something he would rather think about in his state.

"Oh dont worry...we arnt saints by anymeans." the squirrel laughs, "In the mean time you both look like you could both use a rest. We will speak more at a different time. Until then I expect the guild to at least be halfway opperational by the time I return." The squirrel stands up and nods to them both. "Take care beasts...the fun is only about to begin..."