She watched in undisguised fascination as he first pulled a shelf and revealed a secret passage down the stairs under the inn. She followed him down a slight blush at his thoughtless, unconscious courtesy, when he led her down the stairs. And then she blinked, wide-eyed with surprise, when she saw his lair.<br/><br/>It was a  nice, cozy little spot. The bed and divan both looked plush and comfortable, inviting, and it was pleasantly cool down here, with no hint of smoke or water smell. It was very well-kept.<br/><br/>For the first time, Lhurriel wondered if this man was relly who he said he was. Few thieves reached a level of prominence, skill, and notoriety that they could get a palce of their own like this, and the people who could were the Thirteen Rogues and the Lord of Thieves.<br/><br/>Lhurrel swallowed, her breath catching when his arm slid possessively over her waist again. "Indeed I did," she whispered, eyes adjusting to the lack of daylight below. She shifted slightly in his arms, so that suddenly her arms were around his neck, and her body directly in front of him, so that they faced each other. "You're a curios fellow, Amron," she murmured. "Just who exactly are you?"