15.18 The United Guild of the Thieves.

All property is theft. Theft from us. Come loiter in the worst bars, come
stalking from the sewers. We're the cat on the rooftops, the assassins from
the trees... the hand in you pocket. Your pack is not safe, your purse is too
full, and your body is for binding in rope and washing in poisons.

Don't come if you love displays of magic and songs - learn to lie hidden.
Don't apply if you want to see the enemy's face - come stab them in the back.
Don't hide from us - no lock is safe, there's nowhere that hasn't felt our
shadow. Don't listen to the chat around you - learn the secret tongue of the
thieves. Listen closer and you can hear us everywhere... listen... closer...

An arrow pierces the flesh on your neck, before you can flee a rope yanks you
into a back-alley. "why did you come out in the darkness" you cry out as you
see a glint in the blackness like a fleeting star of fate. A knife lunges and
returns into the shadows, the world around you darkens somewhat, sleep fills
your eyes as they glare into the opacity that smothers them. You try and
scream but there is no sound - your tongue is rotten like putrefied month-old
meat. "What's happening?" you think as you try hard to breath. Your body feels
lighter, your possessions feel fewer, you then realise the hands of the thief
throttling your neck... your life grows dimmer.

Bow to us! Bow to Lord Thanatos! Come feel the honour among us! Realise the
thief within you, or live knowing the thief will be upon you.