They came for me at night, I figured they would, whatever arrangement they had with the guards it had to not be obvious. There were six of them four by the time they actually subdued me, even without my magic I had a tight space and preparations against them. They put a bag over my head so I couldn't see where I was going, but it didn't matter, out was all that mattered, and the bag implied I'd be moderately safe until I got there.
"You are a troublesome one." Still blinded, the voice was deep throated.
"I try to be its in my blood."
"Keep up this shit and I'll see your blood." I couldn't see the man directly, but the sight of justice told me all I needed to know, he was a minor player in a bigger enterprise, but still quite a bad bad person.
"I'm afraid, you just can't tell because I can't change the tone of my voice." Somewhere I'm sure Trezlan would laugh about this. I was trying to think of what to do to free myself when something shifted. I couldn't get a sense of it at first because whatever it was didn't register, and then violence. Just screams and then death. Out of it came a voice, almost high pitched.
"And just like that rescued!" I felt the bonds undone, and then the hood. I didn't see my rescuer at first, because I was looking up top and he was down below.
"What are you?"
"More of a who, and its hard to say, I was once though Nidget Pavarossi the great thief." And it only got weirder from there.
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