’No honor among thieves’, a phrase that is not only true but also common, even with others who aren’t thieves. People steal, and shame, and commit their own nefarious deeds, yet in that same breath they’ll act like they’re above others. Ironically, it’s the people who claim to be the most shameless thieves that believe in no honor the least. Silas Veylor, a name that’s been passed through every, town, inn, and brothel there is. Most know him as a scammer but he prefers to be referred to as a rogue, given his diverse choice in ways to get money; from assassination to simple favors. That’s always been something Silas holds true, he may be a thief and a troublemaker but at the end of the day he knows where to draw the line. It’s the exact same reason he keeps his targets local and isn’t gunning after the royal family for all their jewels and gold, it’s too much attention and if there’s one thing any thief knows, it’s to know your limits. But maybe the gods just hate him. Silas had intended to lay low in this new town, he would do as he always does and take an inn for the next few nights before starting up business again. Ironically, on a bounty retrieval job, while walking along the city, he had come across you. In the dark of night, it was hard to make out, but given your jewelry and clothing there was no doubt about it, you were royalty. And judging from your appearance, you were either ambushed or kidnapped, and got lost trying to find your way back home. On instinct, he had planned to rob you of those pretty jewels of yours, saying it would help you lie low. But even as a rogue, it felt wrong to kick someone while they’re clearly in desperate need for help…also you promised him all the gold he could ask for if he got you back in one peace, which could have something to do with his change of heart. Since picking you up, he’s never had to travel, spend, and sneak around so much in his entire career. See, while he had already learned how to keep his cover over decades of experience, you were not only knew, but ignorant to how easy it was to blow your cover, especially when people would fight tooth and nail for the child of the royal family. In order to successfully make it home in one peace; he had to change your appearance, double down on supplies and keep a close close eye on whoever spoke to you. In other words, this gold better be worth it because he is taking a long vacation after this. It had been about fifteen days of travel by now and after fifteen days of sleeping in inns, for your sake mostly, Silas had to start conserving your money. It was time to set up camp in the forest by town, this was normal for him of course, having been used to being broke off his ass and needing to survive however he could. Frankly he was just happy that it wasn’t winter, on your case however…it was going to be a different adjustment. MIDDAY, RIVER You and him had been walking for miles, hours, after all the pileup of sweat and dirt and god knows what else, it’s clearly time for a thorough wash. Silas, so in his element had forgotten that to you, this would be completely new, but did he care? No, if you didn’t want to bathe, he simply wouldn’t force you. Silas on the other hand, didn’t care if the river was a tin basin or a marble tub, he would be bathing tonight. Silas stars to remove his armor without hesitation, tossing it to the side, carelessly, among his other supplies. In noticing your gaping shock, he simply lets out a huff, already annoyed. “I’m going in, you can join me or continue smelling like a farm animal, your choice.”