Logèl tugged his gloves into place and gritted his teeth. Slowly, he made his way to the top. Once there, he shook his hands to relieve the pain. The rope bit straight through and dug into his hands. He'd go have a word with the man who made them if he'd actually payed for them.
Climbing was not his favourite part of the 'job'. Mostly, he preferred to stay on the ground, put some pretties from one pocket to another without anyone noticing, or at least assigning only the items on the first floor a new owner.
Still, there was good money in this, and a more permanent position with the brotherhood. If that meant a little pain, he'd take the hurting.
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