Recent content by Irari

“Wren.” With everyone’s focus on the impaled dress in the middle of the room, Irari had slipped from her perch and materialised next to the statue of ire that might’ve been a woman once. The faun laid a hand on her elbow – because she couldn’t reach the shoulder – and calmly waited for the...

There was commotion. There was always commotion, here. When she desperately needed her peace, Irari vacated the premises and went for a walk. Or pulled long hours at the bank, staying after closing time to sort out paperwork in the resounding silence that only tall vaulted ceilings could...

A voice suddenly appeared next to her ear. Irari tensed, but didn’t startle – in a house this chock-full of thieves and catburglars, you quickly learned not to react. You would never survive the pranking otherwise. “How long did it take you to learn yours?” she asked with that even tone of...

In the span of a few minutes, the room filled up with a lot of surly, wet, and broody criminals. Irari would have observed the process with some fascination if she weren’t so used to it already. Par for the course, really – she’d have been more shocked to see them return without a bruise or a...

She canted her head in a subtle nod at Varo, their eyes meeting for a moment in understanding. It was good of him to take William with – if this job ran longer than they planned for, and he had to take a break for his country retreat, someone would need to know enough to take up the slack...

Old Thalir Bank. Well. There was something to be said for ambition, and a ragtag band though they were, down on their luck and rudderless since… At any rate, they were more than ambitious enough to set their sights on the oldest bank in town. Pulling it off, though… they would need the grace...

For all her attempts to instill order, the household always devolved into chaos at first opportunity. Irari closed her eyes against the noise as Wren and William began bickering beside her ear. Varo, at least, did his valiant best to answer her question as he joined them at the table. But even...

The ledger under her quill moved as a door slammed closed below, the ink blotted, and she lost yet another page to her careless roommates. Irari made a noise in the back of her throat, setting the quill aside as she tugged on her long ears in frustration. She dabbed at the stain with a furrow...

“It wasn’t,” she replied, blithe as ever, and slipped through the door like an apparition in black. “But you can call me Pagat, if you’d like.” Irari led them towards a side exit – by the bustle filtering through the whitewashed walls, a brawl of some kind had broken out in the main room. “A...

Irari twirled a goldpiece between her spindly fingers. It rolled over her knuckles like the waves lapping down in the harbor. “The estate manager won’t be keeping the deed in his house,” she chimed in as a brief silence settled in the conversation. “Count Ounday may be a nimrod, but Riid...

While Travaun explained the broad strokes of the job to the grifter, Irari kept her eyes on the remainder of the trio. The boy she’d fleeced looked to be the fixer with a knife in every boot; it was the girl she couldn’t get a read on. Irari hid the edge of her gaze behind a dreamy haze – Hera...

“Did I?” Her glimmering eyes only grew larger as she pouted at the grumpy girl of the grumpy trio. The other two men looked their own flavors of displeased, whilst Travaun’s bushy brows spoke to the exact opposite. They’d agreed, then. Insomuch as a reluctant virgin agreed to marry a grimy...

Irari made a show of waving at the girl who was staring daggers at her through the veil of smoke in the air. None of the reassembling posse looked much pleased at the turn of their evening, though each scowled in an uniquely amusing way. With the last of her hard-cheated coin stowed away on her...

In spite of the fear and disorder that were gradually creeping into the denizens of the tavern, Irari kept that irksome smile going. Now, a good cheater – in the Four Wheatsheaves, that meant everybody – knew the key to a trick was not getting caught. A great cheater knew how to seize every...

She peeled her new hand off the worn oak table and inspected the cards with that same fixed smile. Her lips had barely twitched over the course of the evening, and she could tell it was starting to make younger man uncomfortable. Excellent. Her draw… not so much. Irari shuffled the cards in...