The Syndicate

Life, Milestone

Crowsfeet gets contract to break into Skygarde with Cryptkeep   Chapter 3 - The Thieves' Den   As Crowsfeet removed the sewer lid with the Syndicate's symbol brushstroked onto it, the fumes of the forgotten sewers filled his beak. As the ravenheart climbed down, the rotting rope ladder broke under him. After the crashing impact from the sewer floor he realized how he had made some poor choices in his life. Any other featherblood would have spread his wings and gently floated to the cement below; but not Crowsfeet. After dropping out of military training and swindling his commanding officer out of a family heirloom, Crowsfeet never took to the skies again. The air is controlled by the Windriders, an elite featherblood militant group who Crowsfeet had a high notoriety with. Crowsfeet got up, dusted himself off and with a small grunt carried on down the darkening tunnel. The last torch passed by and Crowsfeet placed his talon on the brickwork. One, two, three... three hundred four, three hundred five, three hundred six. Crowsfeet stopped, reached down into the darkness and picked up a key, placing the key into the keyhole of the three hundred and sixth brick past the last torch. A small click was heard and Crowsfeet moved to the side, avoiding the collapsing wall. As the dust cleared there was now a doorway into the torch-lit sanctum. Crowsfeet walked into the sanctum to the sight of a beautiful red-haired woman who's face was half covered by a pure white glass mask.   "Well, I'm here Tamara. What's the big score?" Crowsfeet asked while sitting down on a nearby bench.   "Oh, believe me Crowsfeet, you're gonna enjoy this one. Ever broken into the Skygarde castle?" The beautiful thief asked while grinning wide.   "Dozens of times" Crowsfeet answered smuggly.   "What about King Skytracer's living quarters?" she asked.   A look of intrigue emerged on the winged rogue's face, Tamara handed him the contract.   "Oh yeah, Cryptkeep's coming along." Tamara quickly said as she walked away.   "No. I work alone." Crowsfeet was offended.   "It wasn't a question. the buyer wanted two, you; an expert thief and an expert lockpicker; Cryptkeep." She waved goodbye as she entered her quarters.   Crowsfeet went and found Cryptkeep, he was a frail, skinny gnome who had enormous glasses and wore keys around his neck. The two thieves set off west down the dark tunnel, the direction of the Skygarde sewer systems.