You reach out, fighting the fierce pain that shoots through your arm. Your fingers nimbly grasp the edge of the paper before it can sail away over the city. You unfold it and read:
“The ring is ours. We’ll be back tomorrow to take it. If you cooperate, the woman might live. – W. Grey. Guild Master”.
Guild Master? Hultog has never had a real “thieves’ guild’’ that you know of. A few little gangs here and there, of course, but the Oligarchy guard is tough on attempts to really organize – at least that’s what you’ve heard. That is why you’ve been operating elsewhere when you bother to actually, steal for a living.
You read the note a few more times. You aren’t about to just sit around and trust these guys!