Timestamp: 71st of Fall, 511 AV
Shai had spent the better part of the day alternating between meditations and pacing. In a professional level she trusted Antar. Their ventures had been successful and he had proven he was more than capable. When he had given her a chance to join his band of miscreants the answer had been obvious. She had been searching for a group to integrate herself into and any gang with Antar in it would surely be enough to keep the slavers away from her. The thief didn’t mind paying some small dues or running a few jobs for a group as long as their name could give her a reprieve from the peons trying to enslave her.
The only rub was that Antar wouldn’t tell her where they were going. He had told her to meet him at his tent and from there they would go to meet his contact. That was so petching shady that if anyone else had given her the offer her nicest reply would have been obscenities. But, here she was, slipping through shadows and making her way to his tent. The biggest reason she even consented was because Antar had already had ample opportunity to kill or maim her, so it really made no sense for this to be a trap. She had brought along her normal implements including her thief’s tools and her new fans which were secured in the buttoned pockets in her black cloak.
The little spider finally came to the Antar’s tent, or she assumed it was his tent. She had never been here before but she had followed the directions. Standing just in front of the opening she called out quietly, no doubt the rogue already knew she had arrived the man had already proven he could easily detect her even when she concentrated on stealth. “Anyone home?”