#jaymeson

The hustle and bustle of Silvermoon went on as it did every day. The bright commons areas were filled with traders, buyers and just about everything in between. Severian wasn’t any different as he leaned back against a sign post, the bottom of his boot scraping down the smoothed wood. He crossed his arms and let his head fall back against the post as he non-chalantly scanned the crowd. He was expecting someone. A day before he received a missive from Jaymeson telling him to meet up with a business representative. Apparently there was a shipment of ammo coming in and Jay couldn’t be there in person to receive it. The law of Quel’Thalas had its eye on Jay’s operation for...unseemly practices and since he hadn’t been too publicly connected with Jay, Sev was sent in his stead. “The widow is here in danger.” Sev’s ears perked at the voice that suddenly appeared behind him. He didn’t turn around to see a face, but he didn’t need to. This code was to signal that the deal had gone south. His eyes flew to the confined corridors that led to the woods of Eversong. Armed soldiers began to pour towards the exit, all shifting through the crowds and asking people for their papers. “S-...Salesmen agree to be kind.” The rogue parroted the phrase as his heart began to speed up. He knew that Jay had been under extreme scrutiny, but this...Swords, shields and manacles...this was too much. The carrier of the voice had long disappeared and Sev slowly pushed himself up from his post and tried to join the flow of the exiting crowds. He used a particularly shady area to slip even further from view. Using his newfound invisibility, he went against the flow….and toward danger. He had to make it to Eversong so that he could inform Jay of the betrayal at hand. Perhaps he already knew. There was a small opening between two guards and Sev had his eyes set on it. That was his ticket to freedom. Slowly but surely he slunk towards the exit, using every bit of negative space to his advantage. He was only mere meters away from the city’s gates before that gap was filled. His eyes rested upon the captain of the guard, a tall and statuesque man that filled every stereotype that one could have of such a position. Sev’s heart dropped out of his chest, rolled over the pavement and landed at the Captain’s feet. His chances of escape seemed to drop dramatically as the Captain pointed his finger out and shouted orders to his company. “Get out there boys. Search every nook and cranny. This is someone we can’t afford to let get away.” The adonis of a man took two steps forward, hands folded behind his shimmering back. His boots were inches away from Sev’s face and the Captain made a face as he turned his nose up, but his eyes fell to the stealthed rogue at his feet. “This is the last time Severian. I don’t care how pretty your ass is, this is the last time that I let this sort of thing slide. Get out of here.” He didn’t have to be told twice. The rogue slid right around the Captain of the Guard, not without one last pat to the his leathered rear. Something could be said for having friendly relations with your local Captain of the guard.

Jay will be forever handing Sev things. This time they are on opposite sides of the last one! It's an old doodle that I cleaned up.

 Thany 

i wonder what my local representatives are doing about the lack of jobs in my city

I'm on a roll. Here's Sev and Jaymeson.

When I was younger, my mother gave me anything I wanted. Her way was always to give me advice and guidance, and then let me make my own mistakes and decisions. She was strict, and kind of lacked empathy - but she taught me valuable lessons. I got into the business knowing I had to. She had so much to do, and since my ‘father’ was out of the picture very early, she needed the help. I started by being a runner.