Lifter

"Doing this could get me killed you know." Slurred the portly ink slinger. Iana could feel spittle from his mouth splash warmly on her naked back

"So will spitting on me again Soji." She winked at him as he rapidly stabbed the tiny needle into her back again and again.

Per his request she had taken a room in this inn on the west end of Ironforge overlooking the cliffs for maximum privacy. Arriving an hour late Soji unloaded his gear near the window for maximum light and set out covering up the dark crimson mark that had been nearly carved into her back weeks ago while she was strung up tight in the guild's interrogation chamber.

Before Soji began it had read "Lifter", a slang term for thieves who decided to leave the guild behind them, part ink and part scar it had just recently stopped hurting.

Once he was finished...it would be different.

"Not just because of the guild either Iana." Soji reset his ink. "You never said anything about marking you with the insignia of a Raven troop battalion."

"You afraid Soji?"

"Should I be, I've never seen this image before?" Reaching for a rag he wiped away excess ink and a bit of blood before wrapping her mid section. "I'm done."

Iana jumped down off the bed and finished the wrap her self, making sure it was tight around the middle and thick across her back. She knew he'd ask her to change the bandage tomorrow mid day in order to keep it from getting infected and she didn't plan on following that order so she wanted to keep the mark as protected for as long as this first bandage would do.

After all, she was paying enough for it. "You wouldn't have ever seen it, this troop was disbanded years ago." She lied about the insignia as she pulled coins from her purse and finished their business dealings.

Just in time too,looking out the window down on Lucra street she could see the young ex berserker from Polchemy's stepping out from the shadowy hole in the old perimeter wall that a certain middle man worked out of each evening.

That meant Faddius would probably have his bag by now and Iana intended to steal it before the man could hold a private auction for its contents which were probably worth more to her than any other person in Ironforge right now.

As Soji left the room Iana slipped on a black leather corset, strapped on her small pack, slid all four knives into their scabbards and climbed out the window instead of using the door and the inn's stairs.

It was only twenty feet to the perimeter wall, so she jumped hoping not to surprise anyone inside.