Role

Chapter 5

And so my last warrant was finally turned in, but the circumstances of the
warrant are far more amusing to this thief. Many lessons learned, only one by
me: lieing to an immortal lich can prove difficult. The rest of the lessons I
knew when I began to teach them to this one particular spireling.

Another day in the city of Galadon, I stopped into the spire to check on
things, some fire giant walking in, perhaps an outlander, some easy
distracted prey. None but the fire giant Derntas. I offer a greeting to the
giant whom I do not recognize, and am greeted with the threat of a warrant.

And I think to myself, a magistrate of the fine city of Hamsah Mu'tazz being
so rude to one who is ever so helpful to the spire when it benefits my needs
mutually. And so, a short few hours later, the giant makes his way on foot to
Hamsah, puts his big old polearm on before he reaches the gate, and waits for
me.

How amusing, the lack of common sense, not only attacking at the gates of a
city you are charged to protect, but attacking one of its oldest denizens.
And so, I lured the giant around the two exits of the city for a while,
amusing myself greatly. Many threats came my way as I taunted him, and
gradually the giant tried to beckon me into an open fight.

...As if!

I informed the giant that someone with such pitiful strength in their duty,
and who is so rude to a citizen of his city of charge, would not be attacked
when he was prepared, or expecting it. And so, days passed, and the
magistrate waited in and out of the city, eventually going on to do other
things...and I waited, as I tend to do, for the right moment.

Days pass, and the giant comes to stand before the healer, bleeding badly
from arterial wounds as I watch him, and also, wielding his maces instead of
polearms. The last mistake he would make. His weakness was not only bad
timing, but, assuming that 'when you don't expect it' meant that I would do
it outside of the city. This giant perhaps learn a few lessons today, among
them not to doubt when I speak to him directly. I have not once in my day
been known to threaten and not come through.

And so, the blackjack fell, but a bit to the right on his collar bone, and
for the giant it was not enough to tap him out. He seemed to wanted to stay
for the fight, despite his condition. I obliged, sending him hurling to the
ground in tandem with his attempts to do the same to me, and shortly after,
the strength of the bandits proved itself again.

There were five witnesses to this crime, and all of them not only
congratulated me, but promised to deny all knowledge of this crime. And so,
an opportunity for a fun deceit arose as well from this display of truth. The
magistrate, and long standing ally as a thief, Maethron, informed me that
this giant had put out a warrant for me. Many long long stories came from me,
and I would contest to this day that the Provost would not have warranted me,
were the victim not a magistrate. The deceit was clear and flawless,
unfortunately the way the laws are written, there is no opportunity.

The thief had heard that the giant had been pestering me at the border of my
city, and so his motive for a false warrant was apparent. For some reason, no
witnesses would come against the bandit w