I hear that Direon has put a reward out for an old adversary of mine, Daiwar. He an I used to ‘hang’ together until we split over a large booty. Since then we have tangled over a ‘job’ or twenty. I, of course, am winning in the stakes. If I should pick up his tale then our rivalry will be settled once and for all.

Time to dig out some sniffer dogs…and look for some ’shorty’ haunts.

You see, the thing is people live in a normal world and expect normal things to be happening to and around them. A thief like myself is adept in taking a step sideways out of the ‘normal’ world and surprising the money rich person.

Let me illustrate, today I walked around the market square visiting the drinking places of some repute (what’s the point of robbing poor people, you only have to go and rob them again the next day) anyway the places were filled with ‘normal’ people and as providence would have it I was dressed in my ‘normal’ clothes too and so blended in er… normally.

A drink or two and a joke had them eating out of my hands, and my hands had other things in them after only a few more minutes. And…believe it or not that was the procedure all around the square.

Time to put my feet up and enjoy, see you later…

Hey Deana come over here…

You sit and wait and wait and wait. The art of a thief, no, a great thief is to be patient and act only when the time is right. Last night I sat on the roof of Dulgar Redriver, Yes, he of the caravans, for more than four hours. But the right time didn’t come.

Sometimes it just happens that way, a lesser thief would have his head hanging from Redrivers gate because he went in anyway. But no one has accused ‘Vinos as a lesser thief!

I will elucidate more on the art of the great thief later, for now I am still in need of my pockets filling.

Friends, may I say that Deana of the Frisky Fancies is a woman of talents that will delight a man for a hundred years. I have just spent the day and night in the arms (and other parts) of this lucious woman. Ahhhh Deana, my body akes for your touch.

Beware Seamire, my pockets are once again empty and my dues to the Wandering Hands are fully paid. Whether your windows are open or closed. If you have money amassed then my visit is just a matter of time.

Did anyone hear plurius scream last night? He was really surprised when he caught me leaping out of his window with several bags of trinkets that he had stashed under the floor boards. The fool! He should have made sure the boards didn’t creak. To a man of my talents such an easy ’stash’ hideaway was almost too much to resist.

Anyway, I really enjoyed taking that fools money, his name has been cursed in krawl for long enough. Should anyone want his head, I would happily oblige – for a small fee that is – business is business after all.

Well, you can catch me at the Inn of the Hewn Head – the drinks will be on me – until I am too drunk to pay that is!