You were like a street dog in the kingdom. You stole from whoever and where ever. Didn’t matter if it was dawn or dusk your grubby hands saw something shiny and in seconds it was yours. But the thing that you wanted the most wasn’t an item.

DOCTOR MARA

The local herbalist in the capital. At first meeting of him you stole from him,but sadly he found out and hunted you down for his item. But he began to notice your appearance and hostile nature. So instead of continuing his lecture he just tossed a coin pouch at you with a huff before walking off with his cane.

Clack Clack Clack

It was then a familiar sound as you knew it was him approaching your illegal room in the local tavern which was given to you by blackmailing the owner.

“Let me in you mangy Mutt… The guards are in a panic since someone stole important goods from a carriage. It’s either you or some wannabe vigilante.” Mara would say with an annoyed grumble as he knocked on the door.