Now, I have seen a great many things in my time. Some unsavory, and some truly majestic. Most things I have scribed over the years oftentimes end up being folly. So, during my recent expedition through the battered Heartland you can imagine that my cynicism stretched long. Heroes are born from trying times, that’s true. This is nothing new, nothing so grand or refreshing in the end. Stories of a hometown boy and his great sacrifice out in the Highlands, or of a simple farmer being the sole reason for a victory somewhere in the marsh. So, continue to imagine the things I’ve been told now that the dust has settled over a land once seemingly undone by pride. Imagine those things, and now dip them in shadow. Compact them to a street level, and nestle yourself within the blurred perspective of what is right and what is wrong. Read a few snippets:
“I seen a lot on these here streets, mister Bufon. I have. However, seein’ a cloaked individual vaulting the residences in the south district was sure distinct. The hooded figure was touched by moonlight, I tell ya. Go on and laugh at me. Go ahead. More unusual things happen ‘round Tamriel everyday I bet but just last night that is what I saw. Sure enough, some gossip is now flowin’ down this way about some wealthy card operator missin’ his seasonal take. “ The lady suggests long-jumping figures in the night. Maybe.
“Well, mister. I guess shadows don’t write symbols, at least none that I’ve seen. Here, make of this what you will.” The young man outside the Kvatch holding pens wiped white chalk on my left sleeve. He swears it’s from a symbol he found on the east side of the arena wall. Maybe I’ll have a look.
“Anvil is just another place. There is a lot special here but I reckon there is a lot special in any other city too. We the people place our heart and pride in our land. So, when I see those that didn’t have a coin to their name eating their fill and cleanin’ themselves like some nobleman I know what is going on again. I ain’t no fool, mister Bufon. They are back in these parts. You didn’t hear it from me, but I doubt war profiteering is all that is on their mind.”
Just talk, I was sure of it.
Now, you add a few more days onto my curiosity and what you have is a grid of crime. An intelligence to the rash of wealth distribution happening in Colovia. Something is taking advantage and it is taking advantage quickly. For those that desire to read more, come see me at The Eight Blessings. I think The Thieves Guild may be back to work in these parts. ...I will be here for awhile yet.
-Bufon Hamel (Chronicler and Fortune Giver)
Colovia Thieves Guild