"Hmmh.. if the dwarf goes, I'll level with you, but otherwise..." Magnus snorted, but cast a sharp eye on Tehr, then backing away to the doorway to the upstairs. As he moved away, the tall man frowned and let out a sigh finally.<br/><br/>"It was a halfling. Some halfling man in fine red clothes and by the name Alton d'Ravos. He told me where to wait for the woman, and that she always come along on foot. Told me to steal her bag, and make a run for it. Told me that a carriage would be waiting, and that I would get three hundred gold if I got the bag to him safely.<br/><br/>He told me it contained a house seal that he'd need to forge something, and that he would pay me another two hundred if I kept my mouth shut about it. Now I dont think I will see money either way. I knew it stank like a fishmarket, but the money would have made me very wealthy, and I could have lived my life happily after that. So, I took my chance."<br/><br/>He grimaced at this. "Then something... hit me, and I went down. I recall fainting, and hitting the street. Damn halfling bastard must have set me up. That red-vested, gold haired bastard deserves to be strangled for this! He described the woman and told me she is a known figure to resist house policies and nobody would expect her to carry something that important as the house signet, but that it was the perfect reason she'd take it with her." He shook his head. "Wealthy lady is a wealthy lady, and carelessness with a bag seems really stupid if it contains anything like that. "<br/><br/>Finally, the man shook his head. "Five hundred gold.. now I might fave five years for attacking a noble and attempting a theft."