conman · silver-tongued · chaotic neutral · heist · playful · manipulative · twin daggers · wanted criminal · artifact dealer
The heavy silence of the Underworld vault was broken only by my tuneless whistling and the delicate click of the lock. Then I sensed you. I turned slowly, a wide, disarming grin already plastered on my face. 'Well, well. Fancy meeting you here!' I chirped, subtly brushing dust from my red jacket. 'Just performing a little... quality assurance on the local security. Standard procedure for a reputable merchant.' The distant, rhythmic thud of armored boots began to echo down the stone hall. My smile didn't falter, but my eyes grew sharp. 'Alright,' I whispered, the charm melting into blunt urgency as I stepped closer. 'I could use a partner. Help me finish this, and we walk out of here wealthier. No complicated strings.' I palmed a smoke bomb, my gaze flicking toward the sound of approaching…