Single Guard Seeks Thief…

[conjuredskies]

...Wait, no, not that way.

Having been absent from his post for a couple of weeks or so, Felix is once again in Legion leathers and stationed outside the heavy rune-inscribed doors that mark ‘his’ portal. He’s sitting casually atop the desk draped with its red and black Imperial banner, turning something blue-white and glimmering over in his hand. A quill? A feather? Some sort of pin?

“How is it that when you want to find a particular sort of person, they’re nowhere to be found?” he asks, pushing his hood back. “Even when normally you’d be shaking them out of your pockets.”

Comments

[conjuredskies]

“Then I hope she’d want something a poor legionnaire could offer.”

[rogueinladysclothing]

"Perhaps she likes dancing and your company, enough so that she might consider exchanging her skills for a little of both. Along with something to eat and drink, if the poor legionnaire would like that." It was fun dancing with him and she certainly enjoys their banter, so it seems a fair bet that she's not lying.

[conjuredskies]

“I think he’d be hard-pressed to turn down such a generous offer. Are you sure it’s not a trap?” he teases. “How often are thieves so kind to men of the law?”

Because he’s so lawful. Look at the banner!

[rogueinladysclothing]

Her frown is playful and she gives it to him with a wink. "What reason has she to trap him? If he's such a lawful man, perhaps she simply wants to be on his good side - in case anything should happen in the future and she require the assistance of someone like him."

[conjuredskies]

“Now that’s a fine point. You never know when it’ll help to have a well-placed friend.”

[rogueinladysclothing]

"Exactly." Now he's catching on. "So, what does a legionnaire need from a thief?"

[conjuredskies]

He inclines his head to her. “He needs to borrow a good set of lockpicks, for one. Though that’s something better handled in private. Perhaps while he’s making an advance on his own payment?”

[rogueinladysclothing]

"That seems like a fair deal. If he throws in an extra dance or two, she might even be willing to teach him how to use them properly." Now isn't that a bargain to good to pass up on?

[conjuredskies]

"After a few hours at a desk, I'm sure he'd welcome the chance to stretch his legs."

[rogueinladysclothing]

"Then when might he next be free? She's certain he's too busy doing... whatever it is he does at this desk all day to go with her at this very moment ...and she's more than happy to wait for you." Plus she still needs to take him to her tailor to get his uniform looked at! So many things to consider when planning their outing.

[conjuredskies]

He opens his mouth to give an easy answer and then hesitates. "I'm not entirely certain when I can get away. Is there somewhere I might call on you?"

[rogueinladysclothing]

She hadn't expected an easy answer, which is why she's smiling when she answers him. "I'm staying at an inn called The Fox and Crosier, in the Commercial District. If I'm not there when you arrive, leave word with the proprietor and I'll find you. Just... try to keep an open mind about... everything when you arrive, all right?" That's as close as a warning about the fact that a family of chicken-people run the inn as he's going to get.

Slowly, she pushes herself up from the table and starts to saunter off, throwing one last smirk over her shoulder at him. "Whenever you're ready, legionnaire." And then she's gone, vanishing into the crowd with no effort at all.