24 February 2013
A normal job would be nice,' Neyl thought to himself as he rifled through the chest of drawers. Idly, he wondered if it could be called a job at all. He came to the decision that it could. He had employers, they gave him tasks, they paid him based on the success with which he carried those tasks out. Not everyone would share that opinion of his work, however. The Queen's guards just saw another person resorting to crime in a tough city. Neyl was bothered by that, it struck uncomfortably close to the mark. It made him feel like some lower class of person, stooping below the levels of other people. Willing to sleep in the pig sty because it was easier, rather than working hard to get a bed at the inn. The problem was, one of these times a pig was going to turn round and bite him on the arse.
He was not like some of the other scum living by committing crime. He was educated, he bathed regularly, his teeth were not brown and falling out. He hated when he had to rub shoulders with those apes. The pig sty was all they deserved, and he felt sorry for the pigs. He had tried other walks of life. He had been a guard once, too boring. His time as a merchant had not been as lucrative as he was hoping. He enjoyed studying, learning about the way the world worked and discovering new things, but that did not pay at all. 'So why do I do this?' His eyes fell on something round and glittery, and the answer was obvious. 'Because I'm too good at it, and it pays too well,' he thought sadly. Whoever said that crime didn't pay, clearly had not been very good at it. Crime paid very handsomely indeed, but if you were shit at it, it fucked you. He sighed as he slipped the bracelet in his pocket. 'I want to build something, create, leave something behind.' He disappeared through the window. 'But all I do is take away.'
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