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Under the streets of Dollet lies the open, maze of filth and sludge that is the sewers. Rats the size of dogs seem to be the only form of life, but it's not true... in fact, the sewers hold a great deal of magical energy. Those that can feel such things can feel it... granted, most don't stay down here long because of the smell and disease.

Deep in the sewers lies a town of thieves, murderers, and bandits, living in relative peace with each other. As long as they don't bother each other, they tend to be neutral to each other's existence. In some spots, friendships are formed... it's a type of impromptu thieves' guild, without any organization. Fridgeir has a hideout here, and his is generally better off than the others, thanks to his skill.

Nyssul would have praised their efforts by saying that she had no clue about them, but it probably wouldn't have meant much, considering her recent arrival. Instead she decided that something had been bothering her, and she wanted to know more about it.
"You mentioned earlier that you had seen something similar to my talents before. May I ask where?"

She nodded back, trying not to show the utter deflation felt in her heart. It was rare that she heard about people similar to her. For an instant, an almost infentesimal amount of time, she had hoped this man had met kinsmen of hers, and would be able to point her home. As with the few other occasions she had gotten her hopes up, this left her feeling empty and hopeless. There was something else though. The word "freak" had cut into her. She wondered if he thought the same of her.

She was glad for the sound of something other than the dripping water.
"Unseelie? I'm afraid I don't know much about Spirit Folk, other than the fact that I can't hear them. I've only met a few."
She had all but forgotten about the smell down here. She wondered what this haven of his would look like.

She laughed a little. A thought came to her.
"I suppose if it were me in your position, I would mostly rob near rivers. Easiest get away you could hope for, assuming your loot isn't water soluable."
She smiled, rather proud that someone of her moral standing could come up with something so devious. Then she shrank a little, realizing he had probably thought of that on day one of theif school.

She laughed and cursed herslef silently for blushing.
"I am sorry to report I've never even seen a royal palace that I know of. I'm not sure what I did before I came to these shores and my talents get me more trouble than profit. Not long after my arrival I was taken away from my caretakers in the night. A noble, whose heart must be a blackened and shrivelled thing, spent a number of years forcing me to help him further himself. I managed to get away, and I've been running ever since. I've come to the city in the hopes that I won't be found out in such a large croud. I have no desire to ever return to that place."
She was shocked at herself again for sharing so much. Especially with a theif. If he ever caught word of the reward being offered for the "safe return of a very loved and very missed adopted daughter" he would porbably turn her over without a second thought.

Fridgeir stopped, closing his eyes. "Nobles." He had to struggle to not cry. "I'm not a fan of them, myself. Stuck-up, foolhardy, oppressive, speciesist, sexist, height, sons-of-bitches. It's why I started stealing in the first place." He gripped his hands so hard his knuckles turned white. "I was born to them. They mistreated me and hurt me... because I'm short... I ran away." He rose a hand, wiping the only tear that fell away... he turned and nodded towards her. "It's nice to know I have a kin in dislike."

He turned, looking at what seemed to be a solid brick wall. "This is it." He knocked on the brick... a gravelly voice said, "Password?" Fridgeir smiled, "There isn't one." The 'door' opened, and a dustbin of a man stood with a toothless smile, "Welcome, Blue Rogue and Guest."

Fridgeir turned and nodded, "Stay close. This is a thieves' community, and we leave each other alone... you shouldn't be a target as long as you're by me." The place was actually very sophisticated... crude elevators brought them from any of the six floors... it looked rather like a hotel, actually. Just... for thieves. He led her to an elevator, and spoke to the operator, "Suite floor." The man nodded, turning a lever so the elevator would rise. Fridgeir turned to look at her, "As I said, It's no Hilton... but it's home."