<div align="center">(http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2011/070/0/3/loisha___half_orc_rogue_by_avisrapax-d3bf0md.jpg)</div><br/>Nine o'clock starts were always too much for Keth, otherwise known as Miscreant. He liked to shortened it at times, to just Mis. But that was only to close friend, and at the guild he was with, that was no one. He sat at a rather empty table his head resting against it trying to catch some more winks, whilst stewing there. That however would be hard, considering where he was. Even during the sombre times they found themselves in the noise of the pub, the hustle and bustle was booming. It always was only a Keegan visit which could silence this mob, anything else.... Well money or gold was also another factor.<br/><br/>When Keth heard the silencing whistle, his head rose slowly, whilst his eyes searched for the source, The mayer great... here we go. When he heard his name called out with the others his response was instinctive, get up and get to Keegan before you piss him off. As he made his way he searched his made hoping he hadn't done anything to upset Keegan, whilst also thinking about Sticks and Gudeon. He hadn't done a job with them in a while so it was hard to find a think that linked them, he hadn't had sex with either lately too so he couldn't think of anything, Keegan always worked in mystery and secret. It kept everyone on edge.<br/><br/>Whilst his mind worked frantically to make sure he hadn't wronged Keegan, he eventually made his way to the back room, all eyes on the three of them.