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thief of roses chapter -1
Date: 4/12/2015, Categories: Fiction, Non-Erotic, Author: mj37, Rating: 61.1, Source: sexstories.com
times over until he felt whole again. Dressing himself, including his weapons he made his way in to the main room for dinner. The main room was bustling; a minstrel was strumming a lyre and singing a song about lost love. Aaron made his way toward his customary table, located in the back with good vision of all parts of the room. Brianna brought him dinner and a tankard of ale. Scanning the room for threats Aaron dispatched his meal with efficiency. Setting aside his plate he lit a pipe and leaned back to enjoy the after dinner smoke. He noted the entry of a young man, late teens, early twenties heading toward him, wearing the livery of the Merchants' Guild. Aaron slowly dropped his left hand under the table to grasp his parrying dirk and eyed the youth who stood in front of him. "Lord Blackmoon," the youth began nervously, "I bear a message from His Grace, Lord Beadle." Handing the message to Aaron, the youth stepped back waiting patiently. Sighing, Aaron broke the seal and opened the letter. "Council meeting, tomorrow morning four hours after sunrise," Aaron read, "Wow, that was fast, the Thieves' Guild sure earned their fee this evening." The Thieves' Guild was the intelligence arm of the council, and must have had watchers out awaiting his return. "Tell His Grace that I have an errand first thing in the morning, but I should be done in time for his meeting," Aaron responded, reaching into his pouch for a silver piece. "Here, this is for you." "Thank you, Lord Blackmoon, I will tell him," answered the teen as he turned and left. Aaron finished his pipe and retired to his room, still pondering what he knew about the thefts, what he suspected and what he could prove.