CROW EATER
Good fortunes be for a good-natured thief. He searched gracefully between dressers and wardrobes and earned himself a well-crafted leather coin pouch containing 25 gold pieces and a strange warm crystal which happily sat together with his other leather skin pouches on his belt. "The mates will need some help getting in the manor..." He maintained his stealthy approach towards the door to the exit... The light of what seems to be a flame flickered underneath the cracks of the door alerted the dragonborn to keep quiet. He reached for the door handle and carefully turned the handle to open a small slit open, enough for him to peep and investigate outside for any threats; but somehow managed to slip and stumble forward where the door flung open. "Shit." Uh-huh, two guards-- directly looking at him.
Good fortunes be for a good-natured thief. He searched gracefully between dressers and wardrobes and earned himself a well-crafted leather coin pouch containing 25 gold pieces and a strange warm crystal which happily sat together with his other leather skin pouches on his belt. "The mates will need some help getting in the manor..." He maintained his stealthy approach towards the door to the exit... The light of what seems to be a flame flickered underneath the cracks of the door alerted the dragonborn to keep quiet. He reached for the door handle and carefully turned the handle to open a small slit open, enough for him to peep and investigate outside for any threats; but somehow managed to slip and stumble forward where the door flung open. "Shit." Uh-huh, two guards-- directly looking at him.