George
Hawke took the proffered cigarette and took a drag; George put away his matches, his own cigarette wedged between two fingers, then leaned back, enjoying the calm of a night well spent. It had been fun - and lucrative, which was all George really cared about. Fun and money - what could be better?
Well, there was power - like the power that his friends back home hoped to wield through their invention of the Thieves' Guild. While it hadn't been his idea, he'd gotten in with the right people. Now he was committed. Which, of course, was why he was subtly trying to convince Hawke to join up with them. They'd been a great help tonight, after all, and they'd been pleasant to work with. Not worried and nervous, not overconfident and cocky. Just the perfect mix of daring and subtle.
George took a puff of his cigarette and breathed out a ring of smoke. "Just a few of us," he assured Hawke. "We're merchants," he said innocently. "We sell various items that we... procure for our clients." And by 'procure,' he meant steal, of course.
Well, there was power - like the power that his friends back home hoped to wield through their invention of the Thieves' Guild. While it hadn't been his idea, he'd gotten in with the right people. Now he was committed. Which, of course, was why he was subtly trying to convince Hawke to join up with them. They'd been a great help tonight, after all, and they'd been pleasant to work with. Not worried and nervous, not overconfident and cocky. Just the perfect mix of daring and subtle.
George took a puff of his cigarette and breathed out a ring of smoke. "Just a few of us," he assured Hawke. "We're merchants," he said innocently. "We sell various items that we... procure for our clients." And by 'procure,' he meant steal, of course.
if life had background music playing your song
I've got to be honest - I tried to escape you but the orchestra plays on
I've got to be honest - I tried to escape you but the orchestra plays on
