Father Jones was sat in his big comfy chair in the den. "So much information so many targets never enough time" Blissfully unaware of the now gathered thieves in the Hall, He continued to mutter to himself wondering how long it would take before this information could be put to use.
Once he had sorted everything in a list of important information and not so, he patted around for his staff, in his old age he couldn't walk that far Nor walk without his staff, He did think that one of the buggers down here stole it or fenced it off, until he remembered he sold the real solid gold staff for a hefty sum, and now uses a replica, A Fake.
He looked around the chair base but still couldn't see it.
"Oi Which one of you buggers took my staff again, i'm looking at you Robb Ya slimy sod" He chuckled to himself, he knew full well it was fun and games but he didn't dare walk without it. "Unless you want some juicy information, on a Safe or two i suggest you give it back, also where is that Nutty Professor!? I need my medicine!"

Robb laughed at Father Jones accusation. Well... it was true, but still an accusation nonetheless. "Alekzander isn't the only one with quick fingers." Robb said as he handed the cane back to Father Jones. Knowing full well that Alekzander had won the card game, Robb pushed his money forward. "You win as usual." Robb stood up, and stretched his back. Walking over to the bar counter, he grabbed a bottle of open red wine. Robb took a quick swig and winked at the bar maid.

"Now that I'm down 50 From, I think I'm going to take walk and get it back." said Robb. "Anyone care to join me?" Robb looked around the room for any takers. Even petty theft wasn't half as fun without someone to do it with. "Jarrett? Shae? Anyone?" Robb asked looking at his fellow thieves. "Who knows how fun it'll be?"

Sarina observed the amicable activity of the thieves surrounding her with bemused relief. They were not quite what she had imagined. Her initial expectation had been that she would walk into a den of swarthy, unwashed men with predatory grins. Nothing like that at all, Sarina mused as a nimble looking woman with deep red hair entered the guild and was greeted by Alekzander. As the one she surmised was called Robb casually proposed conducting some form of thievery, Sarina tilted her head towards the sylph-like woman with light hair who was garbed in luscious silks.
"Pardon me, but I can't resist the temptation to introduce myself to a woman of such vast repute. Madame Alino, I assume? I knew who you were as soon as I saw you. I am Sarina Mashir, a...trader of sorts. Many of my clients are fans of your establishment. You must be quite the asset to the guild given what your girls probably hear on a daily basis." she grinned at the woman as she leaned forward. "I too am interested in whispers, rumors and good old solid information. Perhaps we can work together some day?"

Zendra's eyes fell on Sarina as she approahed and with a light snicker she replied to her sweet words "you flatter me miss Mashir, it brings me joy to hear that my name is known to those outside the city and that your clients have wonderful tastes" she flashed her a captivating smile "my girls hear much and more if information passes though my doors, I will know it soon enough" her hand trailed down the silks she wore tracing alone the embroidery along the legs "you would honor meby working with myself and my girl" her accented voice was soft and sweet like honey.

One of the waitress came back to refill her wine "is there something you seek that I could be of service my friend?" Taking a sip of her wine

Sarina observed the catlike actions of the other woman with a small smile. Zendra was the epitome of a madame, but there was definitely more to her if she was working with the Guild. She began to run her fingers through her dark curly mane, a habit of hers whenever she was putting thought to something.
"Well there is an opium trader who I think frequents your place of business whose dirty secrets I'd love to know but for now I'm content to just find out more about you and your comrades. What kind of work do you do for the guild? Besides having your pretty girls serve the wine." Sarina gave Zendra a lopsided grin as she relaxed into her chair.

Jarret watched as the women had total disregard for him introducing himself, he stared at her with displeasure as she walked over to Zendra. "Fine, be that way..." Jarrett grumbled to himself as a sour expression enveloped his face. His ego wasn't affected by this, but his mood definitely was. Jarrett only had a few other times where he was ignored completely, most would at least give him an eye or say something rude if they really didn't want to talk to him. He brushed his right hand through his shaggy white hair as he relaxed himself, closing his eyes- inhaling and exhaling deeply. He watched the women and Zendra speak for a few second before snapping his gaze at Robb, giving him sort of a late reply,"I don't mind tagging along. I've been craving sweets lately but I'm just short of a few froms to buy that new butterscotch strudel down in the market place." He paused to take in some air before adding,"Heard at the Inn that it's just delicious." He stood from the stool he was sitting on and stretched his arms and fingers, clenching and loosening them numerous times. " 'Ave an idea where your heading? Or a just going where the wind takes ya?" He questioned Robb.

He made his way towards Robb who was standing at the bar. He took a seat a stool or two away from him and faced inwards towards the bottles and register. He dug into his deep pockets and flung out two metal coins that landed on the counter,"Could I get some tea?" He said abruptly to the barmaid just behind he counter,"Doesn't matter what kind, jus' need something to calm the nerves, ya know?" He sat down at the counter and waited patiently for his tea.

with a wave of her hand she summoned a cup of wine for Sarina and a refill for herself, her eyes looked over to Jarrett who seemed to be watching them for a moment before making his way to the bar, looking back to Sarina she gave another smile "you see my dear...most of the other members of our family are daft of fingers, silent as a shadow..they are the hands and feet within this game we play....I am the lips and ears when one of my birds hear about a score they tell me, and in turn I relay that information to our very talented kin....I learned during my years as a slave that gold and jewels are fine but words...words are the true riches in this life.." she gave a light patter of laughter "words are also power my dear...being what the third child to a fairly powerful family and someone who brokers words over coin themselves I am sure you know this..." she seemed to know some things about Sarina before she even sat down with her.

Zendra tapped a finger on the rim of her wine glass "a opium trader you say hmmmmm...I tell you what... I will send my birds out to find what there is to find on this trader consider it a gift my dear"

Father Jones gladly took back his staff, "Ha! knew it was you" Stumbling to his feet he gathered his papers and went over to the Heists planning board and stuck up any and all information he had on possible great heists. "right i'm off to do my rounds, got to do a lovely Blessing at this newly weds house, not the richest of folk but a possible target With that Father Jones wandered out of the den. And headed down the dark alleyways to the house he intended to scout out.
he was greeted by a lovely looking red head Women and her Scrawny brown haired husband he entered the property and began his duties as the Father all the while looking around for any clues of hidden gems.

After a good 2 hours of been in the house he had determined that they had a few beauties to steal, and even nabbed himself a bottle of whiskey before he left.
Once the couple had shut the door he left a small engraving that signified that there was there was loot to be had ready for the picking.
He then left to head back to the church to start pulling together details on the house and everything to be had inside And what sort of price they could get if the beloved fence found the right buyer.

Sarina chuckled lightly and bowed her head towards Zendra. "I am most grateful for your generosity. I only hope I can repay the favor one day."
Out of the corner of her eye she had noticed a blonde man, possibly a few years younger than her, speaking in her direction. She had supposed he had been holding out his hand to somebody else sitting close to her and so had not spoken to him. But then as he muttered something sullen under his breath Sarina realized her mistake.
"Excuse me a moment, it was a pleasure making your acquaintance. I hope we can work together on causing some trouble soon." Sarina smiled and laid a gentle hand on Zendra's delicate one before rising from her seat and making her way to the bar, catching the bits of conversation there.
"Funny, it's not often you see a criminal turn to tea for soothing nerves. Hard liquor is usually the flavor of choice isn't it?" she said with a smile as she took a seat at the counter beside Jarret. She extended one hand. "My apologies for earlier, I was overwhelmed by all the activity and new faces, I'm usually not a rude bitch. I mean, unless somebody steals from me I suppose." she flashed a grin, meeting his pale eyes with her dark ones.

Jarret exchanged looks with the dark haired female. He recollected his attempt to meet her a few minutes ago, but covered his actual thought on her with emotionless words,"I like a clear mind rather than a calm one, only tea can do that for me. More people should try it; If it works for me, It must work for everyone els." He said as he looked at her. He took a gander around the room, glancing at Robb to see if he had decided. Jarret gave Robb a little to think of an answer, in the meanwhile he turned back to the newcomer and spoke,"Were you starstruck or something? Is that why you ignored me? It's not as uncommon as you think my dear." He said to her. He convinced himself that she was starstruck as soon as he said it, this obviously wasn't the case, but it didn't matter to Jarret.
"So..." Jarret paused for affect," What made you decide you wanted to become a thief?" he said only seconds before he took a sip of his tea,"You a pick pogit'? Lock pick? Or are you the traditional thief - hide in the shadows 'till dark, than sneak your way in a house?" He gave her a smirk as he sipped his tea again, letting her answer his 21 questions.

Sarina lifted an eyebrow questioningly as he asked if she had been starstruck, wondering if he was serious. Realizing he was, she gave a soft laugh. He was obviously a big fan of himself, which was fine really. Confidence in oneself was probably a great boon in his profession.

"None of those, I'm afraid. I don't have the formidable skills needed for that kind of work. My talents lie in taking stolen goods, and bringing it to people who are willing to part with a good deal of money for it. Usually these people are the ones working in the shadows, in secret places. But I find them and befriend them. And if they're my friends, and I am a friend of the guild, they'll be the guild's friends. So if you find some pretty gems or other valuables during your robberies, I can find buyers, and instead of shiny rocks the guild then has gold. Much more useful." she paused to flag down the pretty barmaid and politely asked for a glass of claret before turning back to Jarret.

"Sadly, I will probably never see as much action as the rest of you will, which I'm fine with since my stabbing skills aren't all that great. What's your weapon of choice, by the way?" she asked before taking a sip of the heady red liquid in her glass.

Zendra gave a smile and nodded "the pleasure was all mine my dear, when i have some information for you i will send for you" Zendra's skin was very cold to the touch as Sarina touched it and got up to leave the table, as Zendra sat alone once again she gave a soft sigh before one of her girls approached her and whispered in her ear and handed her a parchment "thank you...I will read this at once" Zendra got up from her table and walked somewhere private before cracking the seal on the parchment and reading the contents, her eyes danced from word to word a smile curling on her lips as she finished and just like all her informations she tossed the parchment into the fireplace watching the paper curl and smoulder before turning to ash.

she walked from her private spot back to where everyone else was her hips swaying as she walked her silks clinging to her body as if they were liquid gold, gain new information always made Zendra happy, she looked back around the bar area looking for someone new to speak with

Robb chuckled at Jarrett. "Leave the lady alone mate. Let's go see were the pursuit of riches takes us." Robb then turned to Alekzander. "We'll be back when I've made back what I've lost. Come on Jarrett, let's go." With his last comment he made his way out the door, but not before he grabbed a fresh bottle of rum. Pocketing the bottle he was now ready to conduct some thievery. Robb thought a good place to start was Estherdame's market place. It was always full of business, and they might get lucky.

Even though their city wasn't the richest or nicest place in the world, there was always something of value. Robb could already hear the coins jingling in peoples' pockets. He truly enjoyed the rush of pickpocketing. You were always at risk being caught. The risk is what made it fun because you had to be skilled to pull it off. Robb fancied himself quite good at what he did, and he always liked a chance to practice his craft. This wouldn't be the only thing the pair stole today however, just some quick fun.

"My favorite weapons are th-" He cut himself off from speaking to the new girl as he heard Robb's voice. "Sorry, gotta run. There's coin to be made." He added before standing up and following Robb through the guild. As the two were leaving the guild, Jarret checked his pockets. A few froms jingled in his pouch, so he moved the coins to a tighter pocket, preventing them from making sounds. The two thieves made their way outside. Jarret flipped up his hood seconds after the sun shined in his eyes. He walked at the same pace as Robb as they moved through the streets of Estherdame, following the faint cheerful roar of the townsfolk. The voices got louder and louder as they approached the market place. They both turn the corner from a side alley to be welcome by a large but thin crowed of people. "That one looks good." Jarret whispered to Robb, inconspicuously pointing at a plump women with a beat up satchel."He looks like a worthy victim as well." He whispered again as he nodded his head towards a thin man, holding out coins to a kiosk clerk. "There's a lot of loot out here today, might make a little more then 50 from. At least I know I will." Jarret got excited,"See anybody good?"