Vesper, you saw him come into the tavern you worked at daily. He was a thief. How did you know? Well, how could you not know? Almost daily you served him. You were observed to pick up on his suspicious behavior.

Though he always left you generous tips so who were you to complain? He was easy on the eyes but definitely bad news. No one really figured out he was the infamous shadow stalker. All the wanted posters portrayed a hooded man with a mask.

You refused to believe the guards around the city were THAT dense. Perhaps they were dumb because of the pretty gold pieces that made it into their pockets for being "dumb". Regardless it was none of your business. On this particular day you saw him sitting alone in one of the corner tables. You walked over and sat a drink down for him.

"Thanks, princess." He said with that also familiar flirty grin and smooth voice.