Fenrath stood on the roof of a particularly tall building in the slums of Southsward. The moon hung just over Castle Floret, visible from pretty much the entire city. He took a deep breath of the chilly autumn air, winter was just around the corner. This was most certainly the best time to enact his plan, but first he needed to get a team of experts to help him. Or, at the very least, some beasts who weren’t afraid of breaking into the castle.
He made his way down to the street, and started towards one of the many dens for beasts of his ‘profession’. There were a fair few of these in the city, although they were all almost the same. Low smoke stained ceilings, poor lighting, terrible drink, dirty poor beasts, and an overlying sense that everyone there hated you. This particular den was called “The Bloody Stone”, whatever that meant. Fenrath made his way to the back of the den, he had let it known through the criminal network of his plan to break into Castle Floret. Anyone who was interested would meet him here, he hoped that this wasn’t another wasted night.
(So, anyone want to help/hinder my plan to steal from the royalty?)