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They spent all night in Joram's room discussing the plans of the heist. there was so much that could go wrong. It was going to be risky, but the payoff would be worth it. Besides if anyone could pull it off, Joram thought he could. There was a lot to do in town for the next few days, the nobles would be getting ready for the wedding, and he would be getting ready for the theiving. Joram smiled as he walked out the door of the inn, and a group of nobles with fat purses passsed him. It was going to be a good day.
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Little did Joram know that somone else watched him from the shadows off the alley across the street. The figure was cloaked all in black and seemed to fade into shadows, even where there wasn't any. He followed Joram as Joram went about his business. he watched as Joram relieved a noble of the weight of his heavy purse, and he watched as Joram went into a tavern and had a few mugs of ale. He had been following Joram for several days waiting for his chance to strike. He was very patient, which was required in his line of work, but he was exceedingly patient beyond that, and that made his exceptionally good at his line of work, the best in the business in fact. . .
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Now the swinging bridge<br />Is quieted with creepers. . . <br />Like our tendrilled life. -Basho
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