<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/>Business. Always, it boiled down to business. It wasn’t that the guild was her obsession, but in so many ways it was her very soul, the core of her being and the drive that kept her going each and every moment she was awake. Her obsession came in the form of these unregistered robberies and thefts, and the ever gnawing need for answers and the information they contained. She found her ease and her selfishness. La’ora had taken the time she needed in order to bask, relax and release her stress and tensions from these long weeks. Now that she had it, well it was hard for her to keep still. Had her legs been in working order the woman would have set a steady pace into the ground by now.<br/><br/>Her grin was infectious. “You make the most foulest of deeds sound like a stroll through a meadow with that silver tongue of yours, my dear friend. It’s a shame that I am more snake than lady, however, and I’ve found myself aching for blood. I can’t quiet my mind and the questions keep building; I want to know all about the ‘freelance’ thieves and what made them think they can bugger us as they’ve been doing so.” A sigh, more like a pout than anything. “I believe I’d like to hamstring one, then send some pitwolves on them just to see how far we can send the blood spray. Or perhaps I shall remove their knee caps and fill the holes with fire-ants, before tethering them in place? I’m not without resources…”