Overlord and Unkindled

Thieves and Brigands

I don't own Dank Sauce or the Bone Daddy anime.
They blocked the dark souls anime op with Clattanoia :( Fuck.

Greirat, E-Rantel Inn of Shining Gold

  He was a thief.  That's what he was good for, and nothing else.  At least, that's how Greirat saw it.  But when he died on that roof being chased by gargoyles and hollowing crow... things, he didn't expect to wake back up.

  So his surprise when he breathed air through the hood covering his head was well founded.  He didn't think he had much to live for, not with the death of one of the only people that mattered in that awful kingdom.  Her bone was tied in a pouch around his neck now.  Safe and sound.

  He quietly slid open another piece of luggage, gently moving about the goods inside.  Lords above these people liked their lace and dresses.  Nothing much of note in this room either, he'd had much more luck going after the barracks their first night here but he'd do his part.  Patches was doing his and Pate was who knows where at this point.

  Half mad bastard that he was ran off from the pair almost the first day away from Firelink shrine.  But he and Patches were told by the Lord to do what they do best, and anything they learn was to return to him.  Like freelance agents, and best of all they were closer to that Unkindled Ash and not Hollows.  Not anymore at least.

  No one had come up with a name as of yet, but they were closer to the Unkindled then Hollows, although the insane dead things were still about.  He'd heard Ember agent's tossed about, and it wasn't that bad a name all things considered.  They were agent's to the new Lord, not of Hollows, like that Yuria woman wants, or of Light like the ancient Gwyn.  No, now they were agents of something... pleasant.  It was hard to explai- 'What the hell is this?'

  He packed away... whatever that was and stood up, his bottomless bag over his shoulder and feeling rather empty, silently snuffing the candles and sliding out of the room he made to disappear down the hall and back out the window, this place wasn't worth the continued risk, and guards should be going to that camp tonight, after Patches tipping them off.

  The idea was simple, get close with a group of no good scoundrels, he steals some things to ingratiate themselves, the pair stick around a while and learn all that they can about that group, Patches tips off the local guard, and when the brigands are dealt with, he could swoop in and steal all the weapons or armor, and any other goody that was taken by the guard's or brigands before running like Izalith.

  The sound of heels tapping through the halls caught his attention, his eye's widening through his hood the thief made certain his rings were on under his hand wraps.  Ring of Fog and Slumbering Dragoncrest have made his work so much easier.  Rushing behind the corner he crouched low and breathed shallow breaths.

  The first thing that caught his eye was the hair.  He'd seen long hair before but that was just ridiculous, a... pink? Red? bow on top of some bangs led down to four or five, it was hard to tell from here, hoops of blond,  an orange dress with white frills along her neckline.  She'd be pretty if she didn't reek with the scent of inhumanity.

  Ever since their changes, they all felt a little... different, Hollows could smell a persons soul from several yards away, but this was like being able to truly tell juts how strange or grand those souls were.  And this thing was certainly not human, it reminded him of the slimes he'd come upon, although... grander.  A grand slime?

  Entering a room he'd not gone into, lucky as he was that he quit when he did, this thing sat there, and he strained his ears for a moment.  Seconds later another set of feet and he saw an older man, or something that looked like it.  His souls felt like those dragon worshipers he'd met in the Haven.