Soon later, after a few long months without training my skills or speaking at all, I learned how to understand and "speak" in thieves cant. Not soon after did I find a pouch of gold, on the ground, with no one around. I took it, and heard rumor of a person who understood curses and whatnot in Qorin. Weather or not that's just rumor, I might have well traveled about, I have nothing in Amborn, even if it is my home. There was a murder investigation that would offer gold in service of solving. How could I not accept? This is when I made what feels like a mistake. When I opened the door to the jewlers store, there were four others. An idiot orc, a metal thing that's creepy as fuck, a halfling who's home I was allowed to sleep in, and a fairy who I know has secrets, every single person has secrets. I don't trust any of them but it's not like I'm allowed to say anything about it. Plus I need them, any one of them might know where I can get the scarf removed. If I even want it removed. It's. . . Excuse the joke but it's grown on me.