That comment had stopped him cold, and he knew exactly who to blame then. The previous guild master, who had been rather abruptly replaced one day about four years ago, though a couple of the lieutenants from under him were still around, now sub-bosses. "Well, try again, leadership changed since. Though my offer is still open, if you are interested."<br/><br/>He was mostly ignored by the guards, only getting a cursory glance from one of them as he walked through, and sighed in relief as he got back into the city. The sense of fearfulness, sorrow, an hopelessness was oddly reassuring, probably because he had lived with it long enough to seem normal. The outsiders, however, were likely to be horrified. That made him smiled slightly in perverse amusement, before wondering how they would react to the fact that the 'lawless' thieves did more for the powerless than the 'guards' did. It wasn't peaceful, it wasn't pretty, but it mostly worked, thanks to the nearly weekly public hangings and open slave markets in the higher end quarters.<br/><br/>He headed through the city to the mid-end part of the city, the main guild house there, as they wanted a more 'subtle' front than the ones the lower end houses had to use. A decent tavern and inn above, the head of the thieves guild below. It was perversely amusing to him, though not nearly as much as if it was in the high end quarter of town. He nodded to the tavern keeper, gave the otherwise ordinary bouncer a gesture, grinning a bit at the sign returned, before heading into the back room, and then through the stairs leading down. Only thieves were allowed in the back room, or people who knew how to find the better end thieves for hire. He wanted to report to the guild master and figure out if he needed to preform his 'dues' again, as well as figure out what the cypher for the switchblade he had found said.