Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20161212045904/@comment-24280666-20161214205644

Elric was sitting in his secret room, pondering over the current Guild's income. The city guard had finally been fully bought out, and the streets were clear of orphans, yet it forced a mountain of administrative work onto Elric and the ever aging Melnibone.

He drummed his fingers against the table, as he often did, tallying the cost of the orphan training program. It was sustainable, but meant that no one had too much wealth within the Guild, not even Elric. He was fine with his current share, but the other thieves did not share his sympathy for younger members, seeing them as liabilities and wastes of septims.

Elric sighed, craving an escape.