When the circus was last in town, my friend got me a job working as a lookout for a the mob. I was 14 at the time, and wasn’t skilled enough for more complex work, but it started putting some coin in my pockets.

I’ve been a lookout for the mob for 3 years now. At first my job was just to notify them when suspicious characters or law enforcement was around, but over the years I’ve gotten more responsibility and now its not uncommon for me to climb down from my perch to distract/deceive guards to buy time for illegal operations to be covered up and clients to sneak out back alleyways.

The mob boss has taken me under his wing a little and teaches me the basics of “how to survive in this world” as he calls it. Pickpocketing, lockpicking, just the way to lie without being caught both those pesky truth detecting clerics, etc. Since I never met my dad, I think of the boss as a father figure and want to impress him.

They say that no one ever steals from the fae and gets away with it, I wonder…