<div class="floatleft">(http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn313/NovemberWerewolf/Female%20Characters/the_thief_by_deathknowz-d5e1lhi.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>La’ora<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Below the Ragged Flagon<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Early-ass morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ryst [Closed]<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>For the rare few who knew the woman down to the chemical layers of her makeup, they would clearly see that she was upset. Despite the placid expression on her face and the ever-present smirk on her full lips, there was a certain tension that could be seen in the depth of her shadowed emerald eyes. This evening was full of disappointments, the sort that nagged at her person and refused to overlook her shortcomings and the lack of any useful facts that would deliver the answers she needed. Her feelers came up empty handed yet again as to who has been treading on their turf. No sightings. No witnesses willing to come forth. No letter to warn full of vague information that those uninvolved would find cryptic.<br/><br/>Worst of all, La’ora herself hadn’t been able to spot anything out of the ordinary while she had spent the last few evening actively watching from the shadows. She knew she hadn’t been noticed, there was no way she could have be spotted, and a few times has reverted to invisibility potions and spells just to make certain.<br/><br/>Nothing.<br/><br/>Even the curious encounter with the half-blood, Anders, did little to help. Before returning to the belly of Riften in order to meet up with Rhyst, she sent out her best feelers for information. Each received a different part of the story by product; you didn’t excel at espionage when secrets were given to the runners, who of which would trade in their meager scraps at the first glint of coin. No, you fed them uninteresting components that wouldn’t make any sense if they were to somehow conspire against her and collaborate their pieces. But still… more waiting was to be had.<br/><br/>There was a private room below the Ragged Flagon, one that had been there long before La’ora came to Riften, and was on no map ever created. The secret little alcove had been a meeting place between her closest friend, Rhyst and the fellow thief for a few years now. Sometimes to trade information with the security of true privacy. Sometimes to sweat and tangle in the sheets without anyone ever being the wiser. Their friendship was a fact, but their occasional passionate nights spent together was a secret even the guild Master knew nothing about. It was here she sat now, alone in the quiet with her feet over the arm of a magnificent chair that belonged to a long-forgotten noble of lore. The pale red light that illuminated the chamber was powered by soul crystals which had yet to lose their charge, and didn’t seem likely to. From the book cases, dressers and bed tucked in the far corner, to the rare trinkets and personal items shared between the two women, everything looked the same. Since no one knew of the locations’ existence, there was little to fear in regards to being caught. Even if there would be no consequence.<br/><br/>She drank from some Black Briar mead, an expensive bottle that had been pocketed along the way, and contemplated playing cards until her friend arrived. She desperately needed a distraction in hopes of settling her restless mind.