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Isak walked through the damp streets of Alliria's Outer City without much care for the hard rain falling that night. People all over the streets were running to find shelter in nearby houses or simply standing next to each other and raising their cloaks, but he wasn't bothered by the fact that his hair and coat were soaking wet, the water slipping through his gloved fingertips.
He lifted his eyes the moment he finally stepped in sight of his destination - the Raven Club, in all its splendor. It had been a few months since the heist he pulled off along with the rest of his crew in the Black Forge Keep, near Elbion. It was a dangerous job, but it brought them all together into a ever growing alliance that would bring them many riches in the future, along with the watchful eyes and the backing of the Briarthorne family. The Father had been kind enough to bless their newly formed enterprise in the criminal underworld, and Isak already had plans to expand their influence in the city, but he'd worry about that some other night.
As he approached the entrance, the guards quickly recognized him and pulled aside, letting Isak inside with respectful nods, bidding him only a good night. To see that place brimming with clients emptying their pockets in beer and dice was always a welcome sight, Isak had put a lot of money to see the Raven Club become one of the most popular locations in the Outer City, and his clientele could attest to that. Of course, the usual brawls over cheating accusations or broken cups of drink still remained the same, but he had a good time seeing that place so lively, after restoring it from its dusted and empty old self.
Still, he had hoped to see a few familiar faces there, but only Ogden came to greet him as soon as he stepped foot inside. "The meeting went well, I take it?"
Isak looked down towards his right hand, holding a red hardback book with a golden sigil in the front. He could see the dwarf's eyes sparkling in a way he hadn't seen in a long time after noticing the book, and he knew exactly why. "Mister Lundenholm was kind enough to offer some of his supply lines of Cortosi wine... at a honest discount." Isak replied followed with a short smile, handing the book over to his associate, who quickly grabbed it and went on to make sure the rain hadn't ruined the scriptures. Isak had only just arrived from a small trip a few days away from Alliria to secure a business deal with a wealthy wine merchant whose name was growing ever popular in the noble circles of the city, but it was no surprise to see Ogden more interested in the wine above anything else.
Old habits die hard, and he knew all about old habits.
"Any word from the others?" Isak asked nonchalantly as he walked past the dwarf, and Ogden soon followed him across the lobby. He would never admit it, but Isak missed having the rest of his crew around. They all went on to take on different jobs or take care of their own business after the heist, and he caught himself missing their banter and bickering. Ogden just shrugged and shook his head in denial, the disappointment clear on his face.
But more than anything, Isak missed seeing a certain golden eyed healer with the most gentle soul he had ever met. She was in his thoughts every day for the past couple weeks, when she told him she had a few personal matters to take care of. Her soothing presence had helped him to not lose his mind over the resurface of his past a few months ago, and he could never thank her enough for that. Isak missed her dearly, and he put Ogden on alert to warn him as soon as she returned, though a small part of him hoped she'd just appear out of nowhere one night, unannounced and with that bright smile of hers.
Isak waved Ogden off once they reached the stairs, the dwarf knew he could use some rest and the calming silence of his office after that tiring trip. The young businessman quickly made his way up the staircase and onto the large corridor in the second floor, opening the door to his room and breathing easier after realizing he could finally get some much needed comfort now. He could already feel and savor the heat coming from the candlelights on his desk and in other places across the large room, but his clothes were still dripping with water.
He needed a long and warm bath, but most importantly, he needed to get rid of those drenched clothes.
Eilerias
He lifted his eyes the moment he finally stepped in sight of his destination - the Raven Club, in all its splendor. It had been a few months since the heist he pulled off along with the rest of his crew in the Black Forge Keep, near Elbion. It was a dangerous job, but it brought them all together into a ever growing alliance that would bring them many riches in the future, along with the watchful eyes and the backing of the Briarthorne family. The Father had been kind enough to bless their newly formed enterprise in the criminal underworld, and Isak already had plans to expand their influence in the city, but he'd worry about that some other night.
As he approached the entrance, the guards quickly recognized him and pulled aside, letting Isak inside with respectful nods, bidding him only a good night. To see that place brimming with clients emptying their pockets in beer and dice was always a welcome sight, Isak had put a lot of money to see the Raven Club become one of the most popular locations in the Outer City, and his clientele could attest to that. Of course, the usual brawls over cheating accusations or broken cups of drink still remained the same, but he had a good time seeing that place so lively, after restoring it from its dusted and empty old self.
Still, he had hoped to see a few familiar faces there, but only Ogden came to greet him as soon as he stepped foot inside. "The meeting went well, I take it?"
Isak looked down towards his right hand, holding a red hardback book with a golden sigil in the front. He could see the dwarf's eyes sparkling in a way he hadn't seen in a long time after noticing the book, and he knew exactly why. "Mister Lundenholm was kind enough to offer some of his supply lines of Cortosi wine... at a honest discount." Isak replied followed with a short smile, handing the book over to his associate, who quickly grabbed it and went on to make sure the rain hadn't ruined the scriptures. Isak had only just arrived from a small trip a few days away from Alliria to secure a business deal with a wealthy wine merchant whose name was growing ever popular in the noble circles of the city, but it was no surprise to see Ogden more interested in the wine above anything else.
Old habits die hard, and he knew all about old habits.
"Any word from the others?" Isak asked nonchalantly as he walked past the dwarf, and Ogden soon followed him across the lobby. He would never admit it, but Isak missed having the rest of his crew around. They all went on to take on different jobs or take care of their own business after the heist, and he caught himself missing their banter and bickering. Ogden just shrugged and shook his head in denial, the disappointment clear on his face.
But more than anything, Isak missed seeing a certain golden eyed healer with the most gentle soul he had ever met. She was in his thoughts every day for the past couple weeks, when she told him she had a few personal matters to take care of. Her soothing presence had helped him to not lose his mind over the resurface of his past a few months ago, and he could never thank her enough for that. Isak missed her dearly, and he put Ogden on alert to warn him as soon as she returned, though a small part of him hoped she'd just appear out of nowhere one night, unannounced and with that bright smile of hers.
Isak waved Ogden off once they reached the stairs, the dwarf knew he could use some rest and the calming silence of his office after that tiring trip. The young businessman quickly made his way up the staircase and onto the large corridor in the second floor, opening the door to his room and breathing easier after realizing he could finally get some much needed comfort now. He could already feel and savor the heat coming from the candlelights on his desk and in other places across the large room, but his clothes were still dripping with water.
He needed a long and warm bath, but most importantly, he needed to get rid of those drenched clothes.
Eilerias