Incubus
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Thieves guilds in almost every society operated out of some kind of inn or tavern. It was an easy way to justify the constant comings and goings of people, as well as provide food and beds to an ever changing number of members on-site. Lastly, the legitimate travellers they did have as guests would often provide information. All in all, it became practically a tradition to disguise your thieves guild as an inn for these reasons.
Of course, when the inn in question is situated in a rift between dimensions, it really is only a matter of tradition; there certainly were no casual observers that had to be fooled about its true nature. Resembling more a castle than a humble inn, the guildhouse still had beds and warm meals available at any hour for their members. Behind the bar stood Alec, one of the ranking officers of the guild, also known for being able to make a mean cocktail; he was the first point of contact for anything food or accommodation based, as well as general information on various other guild members.
At one of the tables in the rather large general hall was Sain, another important member of the guild. He was the one to speak to about jobs they had available; if one wanted to make some money, one spoke to Sain, the guild discouraged jobs that were off the books. Unlike the loud boisterous Alec, Sain was a weasel of a man with no known sense of humour, but he was very good at his job and very efficient. The last officer of note was Serena, an alcoholic lush of a mage usually found somewhere with a strong drink in her hands. Despite her flaws, her knowledge of both magic and thievery was near legendary; she now made a comfortable living off training others in techniques and spells. It was easier to stay permanently drunk if one didn't have to risk their life for coin.
On this particular day, the common room was almost empty; besides those three constants, there were only two others in the room. One, a lithe young man in somewhat expensive looking clothing, whom Serena was already hanging off, it was only a matter of time until the pair of them disappeared elsewhere. The other was a small girl cowled in a dark green cloak, sitting by herself away from the entrance of the inn with a small glass in front of her; she seemed to not be paying any particular attention to anything going on.
Of course, when the inn in question is situated in a rift between dimensions, it really is only a matter of tradition; there certainly were no casual observers that had to be fooled about its true nature. Resembling more a castle than a humble inn, the guildhouse still had beds and warm meals available at any hour for their members. Behind the bar stood Alec, one of the ranking officers of the guild, also known for being able to make a mean cocktail; he was the first point of contact for anything food or accommodation based, as well as general information on various other guild members.
At one of the tables in the rather large general hall was Sain, another important member of the guild. He was the one to speak to about jobs they had available; if one wanted to make some money, one spoke to Sain, the guild discouraged jobs that were off the books. Unlike the loud boisterous Alec, Sain was a weasel of a man with no known sense of humour, but he was very good at his job and very efficient. The last officer of note was Serena, an alcoholic lush of a mage usually found somewhere with a strong drink in her hands. Despite her flaws, her knowledge of both magic and thievery was near legendary; she now made a comfortable living off training others in techniques and spells. It was easier to stay permanently drunk if one didn't have to risk their life for coin.
On this particular day, the common room was almost empty; besides those three constants, there were only two others in the room. One, a lithe young man in somewhat expensive looking clothing, whom Serena was already hanging off, it was only a matter of time until the pair of them disappeared elsewhere. The other was a small girl cowled in a dark green cloak, sitting by herself away from the entrance of the inn with a small glass in front of her; she seemed to not be paying any particular attention to anything going on.